The Walking Dead Imagines/ Preferences

How he confesses his feelings

Daryl

You were out of the walls of the prison when you felt like you were being watched.

You turned around and no one was there so you kept walking, keeping your knife in hand incase something is there.

After a while you found a deer and raised your pistol with a silencer at its neck. You took a deep breath trying to shoot it just like your dad would when you were younger.

You pulled the trigger and the once alive and beautiful deer, was now just a body on the ground.

You tried pulling it with you but it was way to heavy. You felt that feeling of being watched again and turned around to see The Daryl Dixon in front of you.

"Why are you out here by yourself?" He asked you as you attempted again to pull the deer with you.

"Same to you Mr. Dixon" you asked him. You've had a little crush on him since Atlanta and you always try to make a conversation just to hear his voice.

"Huntin." He grunted and you nodded.

"And I care about you so I followed you, make sure nuthin happened." He muttered. But you heard.

"What" you asked. His eyes went wide and he just shook his head.

"Nuthin."
"Did you just say you care about me?" You asked in disbelief of what you're hearing.

"It's a start." He grumbled and walked off into the woods.