Norman Reedus Imagines

Daryl Imagine

Summary; Y/N and Daryl have deep feelings for each other but don't tell each other due to unsure mutual feelings. After the fall of Hershel's Farm, unexpected events cause them to confess their love to each other.

*Mature Content*

Y/N's POV

I watched from afar as Daryl talked with Rick and the other men in the group as they discussed what our next move should be. After walkers took over the Greene family farm, we've been running nonstop. Winter was here now and it was kicking our asses. With Lori being pregnant, moving around was pretty difficult but we got through it. Before the apocalypse, I was an assistant nurse so I knew the routine when it came to pregnancy so I stayed close by her as much as possible.
We finally had a chance to test our feet and I sighed softly in admiration as I still stared at Daryl while he pointed to a map that was laid out on the hood of Daryl's truck.
"You stare too hard, you'll burn a hole in his head." I heard Lori chuckle beside me as she waddled over and sat down beside me. I blushed and looked down at my hands in my lap,
"Am I that obvious?"
"It's not too bad." She smiled at me, "You look at that man like I looked at Rick when I first met him."
I blinked at her before returning my gaze to Daryl. I couldn't help myself. Since I met Daryl, I felt like a love struck teen but I never had the guts to tell him. I was so shy around him, I never talked. It was always simple nods and shrugs; much like his actions.
"Why don't you just tell him how you feel?" Lori asked and I shrugged my jacket closer to my body,
"That's suicide. Especially when I know he doesn't feel the same way. Also...--"
I looked at Daryl who was now sitting fairly close to Carol as he gave her a dead squirrel, her smiling back at him and touching his arm. "I think he has eyes for someone else.."
Lori followed my eyes and saw the two of them,
"Ohhh..I see. Honey--"
"It's okay." I stopped her, not wanting to talk about it anymore, "How are you feeling anyways?"
She sighed softly and rubbed her huge belly,
"It feels like I'm hosting a hockey game in here with all the kicking and moving."
I smiled and rested my hand in a spot just in time to feel a kick that came, making Lori wince slightly,
"I'll tell you one thing, Carl definitely wasn't this responsive when he was in here."
Lori and I talked for a while longer before we were on the move again.
Everyone was having their doubts about Rick and his leadership ever since we left the farm and him killing Shane. I was opposed to the fact on everyone doubting him. Rick was a great leader in my opinion and he did what he had to do just so that psychopath Shane wouldn't kill him. Rick had honor.

We managed to settle and find a decent place to camp by dawn where we set up a couple tents and started to build a fire. Maggie, Carl, Beth and I were in charge of gathering firewood so we set out for some sticks. I ended up roaming farther away from camp than I expected but I had my knife and I always made some sort of trail so I knew I would be okay in case any walkers were around or I got lost. After searching and successfully finding a few good branches from dead trees, I made my way back to camp.
Hearing the rustling of leaves, I skidded to a stop to hear my surroundings more clearly. When I heard the noise again, I carefully and silently bent down to put the firewood down and pull my knife from its sheath. The cold wind blew over me and the creaking of the trees sounded over the whistling wind. I looked around slowly to see any movement and nearly pissed myself as I felt a hand touch my shoulder.
I whipped around, knife at the ready when I halted to see it was only Daryl. I gasped loudly as he held both my shoulders so I wouldn't have stabbed him.
"Calm down, Rambo." He snapped before I lowered my knife, blushing a deep red.
"Sorry.." I mumbled so quiet I was afraid he didn't hear.
"Whatdya doin out here alone?! Tryna git yerself killed?"
He snapped again and as if on que, a snarling sound came from the distance, revealing a lone walker only to be taken down by an arrow from Daryl.
"Stick tah me and keep quiet." He mumbled as he retrieved his arrow and started back for camp. I quickly picked up the sticks but stood frozen in place..Daryl actually talked to me! I probably sounded like a damn teenage girl and it wasn't exactly a nice conversation but my stomach had butterflies!--
"Let's go!" Daryl called to me and I came back into reality, scurrying to catch up to him.