Famous Love(Daryl Dixon Love Fanfiction)

Flirt

Daryl and I made our way back to our neighborhood. Daryl pulled into my drive way. "Thank you." I said. I opened up his truck door, before I could jump out, Daryl spoke. "Hey, I'm sorry for bein an ass." He said. I smiled, "It's okay. See ya later?" I asked. Daryl gave me a small smile in return, "Yeah...later." He said. I nodded and jumped out of his truck and made my way up the driveway and into my cabin. I walked in and closed the door as I leaned up against it.

Daryl really is sweet...well, when he wants to be. He was awkwardly cute and I found it adorable. I put my index finger to my neck, Oh! My heart feels like it might fly out of my chest. I kicked my boots off and slid my jacket off and laid down on the couch. I pulled my phone out of my pocket, no messages? I thought Megan might have texted me, yelling at me with concern, but she didnt.

She's probably still getting her flirt on. Ugh. Boys. Although, I shouldnt be talking. I was definately flirting with Daryl tonight, but I'm not sure about him. He's a very hard person to read. Is it weird that I already wanted to go see him again? No, Alex. You need to let Daryl make his move now. I let out a big sigh and rolled over on my side. I began to feel very tired. And before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
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I opened my eyes to see Megan laying on my floor, fast asleep. God, she looks horrible. She must have been drinking, she'll probably wake up with a hangover. I looked to see my keys laying on my coffee table, good to know Megan got home okay, and my truck. I decided to let her sleep, so I quietly walked down my hallway, to my bedroom. I quickly changed into a pair of dark blue skinny jeans and a dark blue hoodie.

I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth quickly before heading back into the living room. I slid my boots on and grabbed my phone and keys off the table before walking out the door. I drove to the diner for breakfest. Sara was working again. She took my order and 5 minutes later, came back with a cup of hazelnut coffee and a plate of pancakes and bacon. I quickly ate and drank my coffee.

I paid for my things and headed home. I walked through my door to see Megan sitting on my couch, slumped over, with her head in her hands. "Hey, you alright?" I asked. She groaned. "I feel awful." She said. "I'm sorry. Want some tylenol?" She nodded and I grabbed a bottle of water and my bottle of tylenol from the kitchen and handed it to her. She took her tylenol and laid down on my couch. "So, what happened last night?" She asks. Oh boy. I knew she'd ask me sooner or later.