Norman Reedus Imagines

Waiting on Daryl Dixon

Minutes turned to hours, hours faded into days and soon those days added up into weeks. Two weeks, five days and 12 hours to be exact, that's how long they had been gone. She knew runs could go on longer but she still didn't like it. Her work had become a distraction as she tried not to worry about if he would come back to her in one piece.

"Two weeks, five days and 12 hours..." She mumbled under her breath as she dumped another bucket of slop over the fence into the pig trough.

"What are you counting down the hours until they are back?" Rick smiled leaning back against one of the posts.

"Now why would you think that?"

"Scarlett, don't think I don't see you and Daryl sneaking around together."

The blonde cocked her head at the constable, "Okay, dad, do I need your approval?" She teased.

Rick laughed at her comment, but since the farm fell she had been like a little sister to him. "How long have you two been--" He let his words trail off and used hand gestures to ask the rest of his question.

"Since the farm." she smiled. Daryl and her had managed to keep their relationship secret for over a year now. It had been difficult especially when privacy was so limited but this why no one was asking questions of prying. It was just the two of them.

How did I not notice this? Rick asked himself. "You two acted as if nothing was any different, like you guys were just friends."

"That was the trick. We didn't want to draw any attention to ourselves. We didn't want the publicity that Glenn and Maggie had. We just wanted it to be us. Plus you and Michonne are doing the exact same thing so don't be judging." Scarlett pointed a dirty finger at Rick.

"Oh, that's how you're going to be I see how it is." He laughed, "But this is Daryl. Half the women here are drooling over him."

"It's was the same at the prison. That's another reason we kept it secret, when you live in such close proximity to people you don't want other women plotting your demise so they can get your man. Especially with the dead walking around."

Rick closed his eyes, shaking his head, "Well you might want to start closing your bedroom window at night then because on my night rounds I've heard you two."

Scarlett felt a hot blush creep over her cheeks, making her already flushed face even more red.

"So when did it happen?" Rick asked; it was like he was searching for gossip.

Since he had figured it out, she knew there was no sense in denying it anymore. "The night Dale died. I went up to see how Daryl was doing and it just kinda snowballed. I thought it was going to be a onetime thing, I honestly didn't think Daryl thought of me like that but here we are now." She smiled, "And what about you and Michonne?"

"Since just after the prison fell. She caught up to me and Carl," He paused, "like you said it just kinda snowballed."

Scarlett smiled, as she untied her long blonde hair, before gathering it back up in a messy bun. "Well, it's good. You guys make a good pair."