The Walking Dead Preferences

When They Realized They Loved You

I don't know why I always make Daryl's so long XD but I'm really happy with this one.
Daryl : You and Daryl never did get along too well. You both had fiery tempers and tended to get into arguments a lot over petty things. You were heading out to the garage to fix up a car, but were surprised to see Daryl already there working on his bike. He was lying on his back, beneath it, not realizing that you had come in. You gave a frustrated sigh seeing him there, and walked over to him. You snatched a nearby wrench and banged it loudly against the bike startling Daryl. He scooted out from underneath the bike. "Jesus (Y/N)! You scared the shit out of me!" He said angrily. You casually shrugged and placed your hands on your hips, "I need the tools and the space Dixon, so get," you said motioning to the door. He slowly sat up and stood. "What makes you think I'm just gonna leave? I was here first," he said shooting you a hard glare. "Daryl, I need the garage! Stop being such a baby!" You snapped. He rolled his eyes at you and grabbed the tools. You tried to grab them but he held them out of your reach. "Daryl Dixon! Gimme those!" You said angrily, reaching for them. He smirked. "Eh, maybe later," he said cockily, walking away with the tools. You chased after him. "Dixon!" You yelled grabbing ahold of his shirt trying to pull him back, but instead it ripped showing Daryl's back. You and Daryl both froze. You saw all of his scars and quickly stepped back. Daryl immediately tried to fix his shirt to cover them. "Daryl...I'm so sorry," you said softly looking down. Daryl was silent for a moment before he breathed in and out deeply. "Don't worry about it," he muttered. He set down the tools and continued trying to fix his shirt. "You can use the garage," he said not looking you in the eye. You gave a small smile before slowly going up to him and hugging him from behind. Daryl, at first shocked, soon relaxes into the hug. "I'm here for you Daryl...always," you whispered to him. He blushed softly, but you didn't notice since he wasn't facing you. He knew then, that he loved you.

Carl : You and Carl were best friends. He deeply admired you for your strength, emotionally and physically and how you could take care of yourself.
And of course your knowledge of comics.
You were in his cell fiddling with an old record player and some records that Michonne and Daryl found on a run. Carl sat on his bed reading a comic book while you tried to get the record player to work. You slowly pulled a record from its case and blew the dust off it. "Love Song...Sara Bareilles," you read softy to yourself. You shrugged and slowly put it on. You hit the switch and the record began spinning. You waited a few seconds watching it spin, and then music began playing. A wide grin spread across your face and you looked to Carl who had looked up from his comic, who smiled back. You stood up and began dancing to the music. It began just as a little movement but soon you were jumping all around the cell. Carl laughed and watched as you danced. You soon got bored of dancing by yourself and went over to Carl, taking both of hands and pulling him to his feet. Carl hesitated for a moment but soon began dancing himself. You both laughed and danced and sang along to the lyrics. He grabbed your waist and lifted you up off the ground slightly and spun you a bit. Seeing you smile and throw your head back as you laughed, Carl felt his heart beat quicken. He loved you.

Rick : It was late. Rick, Daryl, and Michonne were still out on a run. You told Carl to get some rest and you'd take care of Judith. She was fine at first, but soon began bawling. You tried everything, rocking her, feeding her, changing her, giving her her favorite plastic cups to play with. Soon, the crying became almost unbearable. You suddenly spotted one of Carl's comic books lying around. It wasn't a picture book, but it was something. You sat on the bed and laid Judith next to you, leaned up slightly so she could see the pictures. You began reading to her. The dialogue, and the narration. She soon stopped crying and listened to you read, every once in a while pointing to a bright picture making you smile.
Soon they returned from the run. Rick went to his room, to get changed from his bloody clothing and to get to bed, but stopped in the door frame seeing you fast asleep with the half open comic book on the floor, and Judith asleep in your arms. Rick couldn't help but smile. Seeing you so peaceful, and his daughter with you was too adorable. He leaned against the door frame and sighed. "God, I love her," he whispered to himself so no one but him heard.