Norman Reedus Imagines

Glad I met you (Daryl)

When I loved, I gave it my all. I never knew why, but it was always fierce. As if I felt like I had to give pieces of myself away only to keep others whole. As though as I am, I still wore my heart on my sleeve, out in the open for the world to see.
But then there was Daryl...

It was a "no strings attached" relationship, something that was never really discussed between either of us but we both knew what it was. It wasn't ideal. It went against everything I ever was, to physically be with a man but not be emotionally attached. But it was the fucken zombie Apocalypse, I get it. But I guess that just made it harder to not give someone your all with what little time you have left.

It all started when Daryl and I met at a run down to a medical center a long time ago. He was gathering supply's for his camp site and I was trying to find stitching tape and bandages for my arm, which I severely cut open after a scuffle with a few walkers. It was no big deal, I was always tough, but Daryl looked after me. He took me into his group and always watched my back. I knew he was attracted to me but the thing about Daryl is he has a hard time showing emotion, apart from anger of course.

It took a few months but it all started at the farm. Daryl had convinced me to share a tent with him, apparently for safety reasons. It was a load of shit, he knew I could take care of myself. I guess it was just his subtle way of asking to get closer to me. Well, it didn't take long before we hooked up, that night in fact. It was amazing, something ill never forget But Daryl was different and I couldn't destroy what little we had in the attempt to declare my feelings for him.

Which brings us to now, all this time later we are finally safe at the prison, or so we thought. The Governor just had taken away what little hope we had left in this world. He destroyed everything. Daryl and I had managed to escape, but couldn't find anyone. It was starting to get dark, so we hit the road on foot, in search of somewhere to rest up.

"You okay?" Daryl asked looking up at me. I knew he was worried, not just about me, but about everything.

"Yeah ill live, are you okay?" I asked looking back at him. He looked sad, like a part of his soul was destroyed. He nodded. I knew he wasn't okay, but I didn't want to interrogate him with questions in an attempt to get the truth out of him. He needed to be left to think and come to terms with everything that had just happened.

After walking in silence for a few miles we came to a small neighborhood. Dust filled the air and Walkers were weakly dragging their feet around the parking lot of the small gas station, which was in the center of the town.

Daryl and I finally came to an agreement that we were going to stay in this two story house we found. We figured it would be safer to spend the night on the second floor. Daryl looked at me nodding just before we entered the front door, his crossbow held tightly as his eyes darted around searching for danger. Out of nowhere a walker came from behind me, it had followed us through the front door.
"Shit!" I screamed as I felt hands on my shoulders. I spun around swiftly and all in one motion and stabbed the walker in the temple.

I looked up at Daryl, he was still tightly holding his crossbow, ready to fire, but with a big smirk on his face. He was always impressed seeing me take down walkers. After all, his brother Merle did brainwash him into thinking all women were weak and needy, but I happily proved Merle's theory wrong everyday.

Daryl and I walked through the rest of house, there was nothing. I then made my way to the front door and secured the entrance by pushing a large couch in front of it. Daryl then came out of the kitchen knocking back a big sip of Southern Comfort. He had found the bottle in the cupboard whilst looking for food. He sat down the couch I had just placed in front of the door. I sat down beside him. He handed me the bottle, and as I held it in my hand inspecting the label as I smiled.

"This was my mama favorite" I said to him, smiling.

"She had good taste" Daryl said as he watched me analyze the bottle.

I took a swig of it and passed it back to him, we were both shaken up by the eventful day we had and we were both pleased to find some sort of alcohol in the house. It was a temporary fix, but it would help numb the pain and get us through the night. But on an empty stomach, I don't know if it was the best idea.

After over an hour of drinking and reminiscing, Daryl threw his arm round me and said we should go upstairs. We both staggered as we got up off the couch, trying to find out feet as we leaned on each other trying to get up the stairs. It took longer than it should have, but we had a good laugh about it on our way up. Something that I had missed dearly were moments like these.

We found the closest bedroom upstairs and stumbled into it shutting the door behind us. We both collapsed onto the king sized bed, looking up at the ceiling in silence. It has been a long time since either of us had slept in a half decent bed. I mean, I wouldn't have let my dog sleep on the bunks at the prison.

Daryl then turned his head to look at me, and I looked at him. His blue eyes piercing right through me It was always so easy to get lost in them, but tonight I was drowning.

"You know, I got ya something on ma last run" Daryl said as he took another sip of bourbon. I immediately smiled, I had completely forgotten what it felt like to get butterflies until now.

"What?" I asked still smiling from ear to ear.

Daryl then reaches into his back pocket and pulls out his old red bandanna that hes had since the day I met him. He then nervously passes it to me. He started speaking just before i unwrapped it.

"Ya might not like it.." his voice sounded hesitant. He was looking at his hands as he nervously fiddled them. "I was gonna give it to ya tonight, at the prison while we were on watch."

I slowly unwrapped the bandanna to see something shiny. It was a gold necklace. Nothing too thick but not too dainty either. I held the chain in my hands, inspecting the gift. The Chain had a pendent on it, brass knuckles. I giggled once I realized what they were.

"Its beautiful!" I announced, then heard Daryl sigh in relief.

"I picked it up because it reminded me of you" He said looking up at me again, his eyes burning right through me all over again.

"How?" I quickly asked. I was curious to hear what was going through Daryl's mind, what he thought of me.

"Well-" He took a sip of bourbon and then passed it to me. I handed him the necklace and we both sat up. I took a swig of booze and moved my hair to the side so he was able to put the chain on. "Your different." he said simply.

We sat in silence for a second as he attached the links on the necklace. Once I realized that was all he had to say, I spun around to face him. "Thats it?" I asked before I started giggling.

Daryl bit his nails for a moment as he stared down at the bed sheets, thinking about what to say. "Ya aint like any girl ive ever met, Merle was always bringin home these skanks that he just picked up at some bar. They were all needy bitches. Had it in ma head thats what all girls were like, till I met you."

I smiled at him and laid my head down on the pillow, he then laid next to me, looking into my eyes. He ran his calloused fingers over the scar on my forearm as he smiled, the scar I acquired the day I had first laid eyes on him.

"I'm glad I met you Daryl Dixon." I said to him as I slowly closed my eyes. Tired from the alcohol, the fighting, the apocalypse all together.

"Glad I met ya too" Daryl said as smiled and closed his eyes.

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