Norman Reedus Imagines

Obnoxious Asshole (Daryl)

Y/NS POV

Daryl Dixon was the most obnoxious asshole I've ever met. He insist that I don't know what it's like to be out in the world but I won't give him the satisfaction of knowing I had only showed up a few days before the group did. Diana trusted me so easily because I was Aaron's cousin and wasn't a total douche bag like he was.

I was walking down the street-a wide open street mind you- when a body smashes into my shoulder.

"What the hell Dixon?" I rub my shoulder and send him an icy glare.

"Why don't you watch where you're going." He returns the glare, looming over me in an attempt at intimidating me.

"Why don't you? There's plenty of open sidewalk for you to hog up with your big clunky feet." Thankfully this altercation happened right in front of my house so I was able to make a quick exit and get the last word.
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"Y/N! DINNER!" Aaron calls from downstairs and I rush down, pasta night with him was always my favourite. I stop dead in my tracks when I see who's sitting in MY seat.

"What the hell is he doing here?" I point to the rude redneck mucking up my chair.

"He's having dinner with us, Aaron invited him." Eric says putting the sauce on the table.

"You two need to get along, you'll be seeing a lot of each other. Plus the sexual tension is killing us. So, we're gonna go to welcoming party for Daryl's group and you two are gonna stay here and get along." Aaron says putting the pasta on the table and takes Eric's hand. "Have fun you two." They wink and make their way towards the door.

"Fuck this I don't have to be here." Daryl says standing up and going to the door.

"Oh and if you try to leave his house or not stay and finish dinner together Daryl, the motorcycle deal is off and Y/N, no more pasta nights and no more runs. We will know, trust me." With that they're gone.

"Fuck I forgot about the cameras."

"He has cameras?"

"Yea, he got them because someone in Alexandria kept stealing little family trinkets and we couldn't figure out who it was. He installed cameras and we just never took them out."

"Ah what the fuck! I didn't ask for this shit!"

"You think I did? I never want to fucking see you ever! Let alone have dinner with you!" I yell back sitting and taking a huge plate of spaghetti.

"You think I want this princess? You annoy the fucking shit out of me. Sittin up here on your damn high horse! You wouldn't last a day out there!" He looms over me again.

"YOU KNOW WHAT DIXON" I get up from my chair and shove my finger in his chest. "I WAS OUT THERE, I ONLY CAME HERE MAYBE FOUR DAYS BEFORE YOU. I LOST PEOPLE, I LOST MY MOTHER, MY FATHER, MY SIX YEAR OLD BROTHER. DONT TELL ME SHIT ABOUT BEING OUT THERE, DONT TELL ME SHIT ABOUT LOSING PEOPLE AND DONT TELL ME-" He cuts me off by slamming me against the wall and kissing me roughly. "Room. Now." I growl between kisses and he picks me up, not breaking the kiss, and carries me all the way upstairs. He puts me down and I flip us around and shove him back down the hall towards my door. Our clothes are long forgotten at the door.

"There's no cameras here right?" He pants as he places me on the bed.

"Hell no, I wouldn't let him install them in my room."

"Good." He grunts before lining himself up and slamming into me.

"Fuck! Oh shit Daryl." I yelp in shock.

"Mm you like it rough don't you?" He growls in my ear and slams back in.

"Oh god yes, harder Daryl, fuck me harder." He picks up his pace with a smirk and buries his head in my neck groaning.

"God you're so fucking tight. Oh shit."

"Keep going god you feel so fucking good."

He continues to slam into me, causing the headboard to repeatedly smash into the the wall. Thank god there was a party going on so none of the neighbors could hear this. It had been so long for both of us so our climaxes were rapidly approaching. He reaches down to rub my clit in time with his thrusts and that causes the burning in my stomach to intensify.

"Shit Daryl I'm close." I cry out dragging my nails down his back, feeling the raised skin of scars hit my nails and stop their journey. He growls like an animal and goes harder. "Shit don't stop, don't stop."

"Cum for me Y/N." He mumbles in my ear and that sends me over the edge. I drag out curse words that would have god cringing and he joins me as he reaches his too. He pulls out and rolls to his back, dragging me to cuddle into his side. "Sorry I assumed that shit about you and for being a dick. Sorry for your family and shit too. I had no idea."

"You're right, you didn't. But it's okay. I'm sorry for being such a bitch." I look up at him and he surprises me by kissing me softly. "That was nice." I smile as we pull away.

"Yea." He look uncomfortable now, his door starts to wiggle nervously and he rubs my arm fast.

"What's wrong?"

"Huh? Oh nothing, forget it."

"You better tell me Dixon or I'll sick my cousin on you." I joke and he chuckles.

"It's just, I don't know. Are we gonna go back to hating each other? I don't really want to and I know you felt my scars. I don't really want everyone to know about them and start asking questions." He says in a whisper.

"No, I don't think we'll go back to hating each other. I won't tell a soul but, could you flip over for me?" His eyes go wide.

"No."

"Daryl I just want to make sure I didn't make anymore, you're getting blood on my bed sheets and I have to patch you up." He sighs and I get up to get my med kit from the bathroom. I slip on his shirt and come back to find his back facing up, long, jagged scars litter his back and small fresh ones leading to them from his shoulders. I straddle his waist and being to clean the scratches I made.

"They won't scar." I say putting the bandaids on them and then I lean down and kiss the old ones.

"What are you doing?"

"You're not your past Daryl. Don't let these hold you back. I see you working yourself to death in that blazing Georgian heat with your shirt still on and I never knew until now why. Our past does not define us, our actions now, do." He flips over and pulls me to him, kissing me urgently. When we pull away I see the admiration and gratitude in his eyes. "Now let's get some sleep, breakfast will be a joy tomorrow." He laughs and tucks me again to his chest.

"You owe me a pasta dinner too."