Daryl Dixon X Reader

Chapter 8

// foul language warning.
There's a lot. //

After at least a few days the crowd of walkers began to slowly leave from the loss of interest.
It was hard dealing with him, his ignorance and cold shoulder every single time I looked at him.
"Daryl.. Just-.. say something.. I hate that you just ignore me, after the things I said-.. the confessions I made" My eyes start to water as I pick up my backpack and dig inside of it, looking for my heart charmed necklace that Beth gave me when we first met.
"You're just a damn kid," He finally spoke, after days of silence "you expect this to be some sort of chick flick moment when I confess my love back to you? A fucking child. You're like, what, 13? 12?" He stood up from his sitting spot and stomped over to me so he could yank at my arm "Crush on someone your own damn age" he stated while glaring down at me, his grip on my arm leaving a large red mark.
"You fucking asshole!" I scream up at him and pick up my backpack, throwing it over my shoulder and pushing him away so I can walk to the table and grab a knife "Fine.." I look at him one last time before heading to the stares "I'll just go fuck Carl instead; if that's what you want of course" I say sarcastically while walking up the stairs.
"Slut" He yelled up to me as I reach the door and open it.
"Dickface" I yell back and slam the door behind me, the tears won't stop and I don't intend to force them to leave anytime soon.
I quickly look around then run over to the door, seeing the damage the zombies had made to the doors and windows, everything was wide open and free for anything to come in.
Luckily there was only like, 5 zombies left wandering, just a few outside limping around.
Beth and Carl should do fine without me, they probably already left anyways.
I could hear faint yells of anger from inside the basement, there's some objects slamming and smashing onto the walls.
A shock of guilt waves through my head as I stop myself from walking any further, hearing the sound of loud angry sobs from him.. It's heart breaking. Even if he did just break my heart and stomp on it.
I sigh to myself and turn back around, opening the door and closing it behind me so no zombies could get in, seeing the dark and narrow stairway once again as his loud growls get louder with each step down.
An empty beer bottle smashes onto the ground near the end of the stairs, scaring the living shit out of me. Once I reach the last step, it creaks loudly and he suddenly goes quiet.
"Get the fuck out of here" He yelled while walking over to me so he could roughly nudge me back, pushing me down, not ng my head on the end of a stair, my back making a cracking noise from hitting my spine on the wood.
Even more tears pour out as I look up at him with the most innocent look I could pull off, not even caring to say anything or groan in pain, just silently crying and trembling in place.
He stops for a moment with his red face slowly turning back to normal. Soon wiping away his tears so he could take my hand and yank me onto my feet.
Before I could process what just happened, he pulled me into a hug, his head softly resting on top of mine "I'm sorry.." He mumbled under his breath while patting my back, making me flinch from the pain.

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