Daryl Dixon X Reader

chapter 6

"Hey Daryl..." I mumble and look over at him.
Carl and Beth are currently sleeping on the foamy while me and Daryl are sleeping on the floor with a blanket, using our backpacks as pillows.
He just grunts in return, looking up at the ceiling.
"About earlier.. what were you going to say?" I whisper, still watching him as he closes his eyes.
"It's nothing" He mumbles and turns his back to me "Go to sleep"
I sigh, closing my eyes "fine.."

Morning

"Beth, Carl you two go upstairs, Check all the windows and doors then come back down" Daryl hands them 2 knives and 1 pistol.
"Why can't we go?" I look up at him, lightly glaring.
He turns his head a bit "we need to talk.."
Major chills run down my spine from the way he said it.
Carl heads upstairs with Beth behind him.
'Oh no.. what if he's mad about last night'

Carl's POV

I untie the knot and slowly open the door, gripping my kitchen knife as I peak my head out and look around "clear" I whisper and creak the door open more.
Beth walks past me and stretches "Finally out of that small prison"
"Yeah" I nod, closing the door behind me and walk over to the windows.
A couple of zombies are scratching at every window/door.
Beth looks over at me and smiles while walking towards a window, only to trip on a piece of wood on the floor, slamming to the ground.
I quickly run over to her and help her up, the zombies get dangerously louder, scratching at the broken windows.
All that can be heard is zombies growling and scratching.
I quickly run over to the door we came from, turning the nob, the door not budging "locked.."
Beth runs over to the stairs "Lets go up"
I nod and follow behind her, running up as the zombies break down a few boards.
We run into the nearest room and close the door, breathing heavily.
Beth takes a flashlight out of her pocket and turns it on.
I look around, seeing a sink, toilet, bathtub and cabinets.
"The bathroom.." I sigh and sit down ,my back against the wooden door.

Your POV

"Yeah its not my fault! I'm sorry for bringing it up" I yell at the enraged man I'm front of me.
"I don't care! And it is your fault for bringing it up. the hell is wrong with you?" He takes a step closer to me as I step backwards.
"What's wrong with you! It's just a stupid question okay! I didn't think you'd go all soft on me and cry like a damn baby!" I continue to step backwards until my back hits the wall.
"Oh that's it! I had enough of your stupid face" Daryl brings his arm to the table and grabs ahold of a wooden stick, not even stopping in progress.
"Daryl.." My eyes widen in fear, my legs start trembling "I'm sorry okay.."
His eyes.. they're different, like nothing I've seen before.
"Daryl, I don't want to fight you"
He stops once he's standing face to face, bring his arms above my head.
A blush appears on my cheeks as I look up at him, He's glaring down at me, his eyebrow twitches slightly.
He sighs and drops the stick, turning away as I sigh in relief.