The Odd One Out ~A Daryl Dixon X Reader~

Chapter 50

    "No! No!" Daryl shook (Y/n), tears pouring down his cheeks. "No! Get up! Please, oh I love you so much, get up!" He began to sob, holding her hand to his face. "Please, oh god, please. I love you, I love you so much. You can't die on me." He sobbed harder. "You can't just die!! I need to tell you I love you!"

    Carol put a gentle hand on his shoulder. "Daryl, we're trying as hard as we can." She murmured.

    "I can't lose her!" He gasped out, his voice no more than a husky whisper. Carol just stared at the sweating girl, her lips pressed tightly together.

    ((My dear followers, do not I repeat not listen to over you while do anything with any ships. You will die inside and then cry))

    I woke up slowly, warm and cuddly and completely content.  Daryl had his arms wrapped around me. I was snuggled up tightly against him. His eyes were closed and his breathing was steady, so I figured he was asleep.

    I stared at his face, examining it carefully. He had a strong jaw, and his facial hair was really handsome, as unkempt as it was. His dark brown, feathery hair fell softly around his face which was unusually soft in his sleep.

    I couldn't fight the urge. I rose a hand stroked his greasy hair gently, loving the feeling of the softness. I stroked his cheek gently, watching his face for any hit of waking up. Boy, wouldn't that be embarrassing if he woke up?

    I sighed softly and leaned up, kissing him softly on the lips. His arms tightened around my waist and he kissed back, his eyes still closed. I tensed with a small squeak before relaxing and kissing back. I rested my hand against his cheek and after a second he pulled away.

    My heart was beating furiously and I felt tingly warmth fill my whole body. My lips were warm and moist from the sweet kiss. I felt frozen and also like I could run a marathon all at once.

    Daryl smiled softly, his eyes opening just a slit to reveal his brilliant, turquoise eyes. "Do not assume I'm ever asleep." He chuckled softly, his voice gravelly from sleep. I felt my face flush. "I ain't exactly your kitten."

    "No, because y-you're my teddy bear." I murmured, still feeling embarrassed and body buzzing from the kiss.

    He smiled again, this time showing a little bit of his teeth. "I guess that's right." He reached one of his large hands up and he gently began to stroke my hair. "You're the kitten, right?"

    "Right." I mumbled, burying my face in his chest, hoping he wouldn't see me blush any deeper. He continued to stroke my hair, then he gently began to comb his fingers through it. "By the time you're done, I won't need a hairbrush." I chuckled softly, my embarrassment fading.

    "Ain't that a good thing, since it's not like ya can get one here?" He asked.

    I sighed softly, smiling. "'Suppose you're right."

    "I'm always right."

    "Lier."

    He rose his brows. "Really now?"

    "Yes."

    "You sure about that?" He got a little closer.

    "Absolutely, positively sure, Dixon." I smirked, holding his gaze and getting close to his face. His eyes glittered with amusement.

"I can make ya go speechless for about ten seconds." He grinned.

"No you can't." I glowered.

He leaned down and pecked me on the lips    and then on the nose, then took off chuckling to the other side of the closet. I was silent for a moment, staring at him before I growled.

"Ohhhhhh, that is not cool!" I seethed, going after him. "You cannot use kisses to prove a point!"

"But is my point not proven?" He asked, raising a brow with that hot, very annoying smirk.

"I'll tickle all points right out of you when I get my hands on you!" I snarled, launching after him. He laughed and easily evaded my hands, until I tackled him. We fell onto the floor in a writhing, laughing heap and he ended up tickling me.

"Mercy!" I cried, wriggling on the floor as he tickled my sides. "Oh, god stop!"

He laughed and stopped, leaning down inches from my face. "Is my point proven?"

"Yes!" I gasped. He leaned down and pecked me on the lips. I hit his shoulder. "Not coolio!"

He chuckled and sat me up, pulling me close to his chest. "I..." He went silent for a moment and then swallowed thickly. "I love ya."

"I love you too, stupid head."

Then there was a knock on the door.