Donald Trump x Shrek x Daryl

1. love at first sight¿

Donald's POV:

I walk down the street, greeting my zombie friends. I know they would never eat my brains because I had none. My mind wanders to the great things I have done for America. I held my promise, I made America great again. My self-esteem is higher than my Trump towers. I smile to myself as I suddenly bump into a zombie. At first I want to kick his butt back to Mexico. But then he turns around to face me. He is clearly not an illegal immigrant, he has blond hair. He has beautiful eyes. They look nearly as dead as mine. The stranger mumbles a short "sorry" but when he realizes who I am, he quickly bows in obedience. I can't stop myself but to brush my thumb across his bottom lip. The zombie is just too gorgeous. "What's your name, babyboy ;)) ?" I asked. His answer was quiet, as if he was scared of me. "Daryl. My name is Daryl Dixon."
Did I just fall in love?

Daryl's point of view:

Today I woke up quiet early. I got breakfast at Starbucks ( fried squirrel brain is my fave ) and a grande Mocha-carameldrizzle-flappuccino to-go. Yum. As I drank my flappuccino, I was walking down the street. That was about three mins ago. Then somebody bumped into me. At first I wanted to murder the sh*t out of that idiot, but then I realized who it was. At first I couldn't believe it. It was Donald f*cking Trump. I was scared because of my mexican heritage but then I realized that I dyed my hair blond to cover up my heritage. (A/N : yes zombies can dye their hair)
And right now I stare into his fishy eyes. I feel like I am lost in them. I mumble a short "sorry" and bow down because I am an awkward potato. Then he does something so unpredictable that I can't help myself but to stare at him. His raisin-like beautiful thumb brushes across my bottom lip. He leaves a wet trail of orange spray tan. I taste the liquid on my lips and I am delighted. It tastes like death and daddy material. I absolutely love it. Senpai Donald asks for my name. But then I snap out of my daze and remember that he hates mexicans, so I just say " Daryl. My name is Daryl Dixon". Oh dear, where is this going?

(A/N: I don't know what this chapter is I'm sorry)