Daryl watched her from a distance as she interacted with her husband. He felt silly for doing so, an eighteen year old school boy crushing on his thirty-six year old neighbour.
How could he not?
She was a beautiful women, she wasn't like the other girls in town, she didn't whore herself out to any man that looked her way. She wasn't immature like the girls at school and cared about more important things than make-up, hair styles and boy bands.
"Hey Daryl," she called out making him jump. His hiding place obviously hadn't kept him hidden well enough.
"H-hi," he mumbled back, looking down at his feet.
She grinned. "Chin up, cutie," she said before entering the house. Luckily she wasn't able to see the bright red blush that spread across his cheek.
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DARYL DIXON DRABBLES
FanfictionJust short Daryl Dixon One Shots/drabbles. Just trying something out and it also fills in the caps between me updating my other stories.
