Norman Reedus Imagines

Mr. and Mrs. Dixon

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"It's been so quiet lately." I was lying in the green grass on a perfect yawn in front of the house I now called my own. Knowing that we were living in a world where corpses came back to live to devour all living creatures this scenario I was living now seemed more than just unreal.
"mmhmm", Daryl murmured next to me his eyes closed. He had his arms wrapped around me and now as if to make sure I was really there with him he pulled me closer, tightened the grip around my shoulders ever so slightly.
"I mean it. You remember back at the prison? I thought it was quiet there, I mean knowing that we were rather safe and all that helped a lot with ignoring the walkers that were roaming outside the fences, but here..." I listened for a while. "You can only here the birds singing in the trees. It really is as if the outside world doesn't exist when you're in here." I closed my eyes and snuggled up closer to Daryl burying my face against his neck.
"mmhmm", Daryl mumbled in response sounding like he was about to drift off into a peaceful nap. Something we haven't been able to do comfortably in a long time.
"We should enjoy it while it lasts", he added.
"I know. I hope it'll take some time until this place goes to hell. Maybe it can last even longer than the prison did."
"You think so?"

"I hope so. It's not realistic, I know that, but I still hope so." I turned my head to kiss his neck. Daryl chuckled slightly.
"Wouldn't mind if days like this lasted forever."
"You're not trying to run away this time?", I asked with a smirk. Last time he was out with Aaron because he felt too trapped inside those walls they had almost gotten themselves killed. I could still vividly picture the argument we had when he came back. In the end I could only make him promise to be extra careful from now on, but judging by his words now he had actually learned his lesson. I was quite impressed, but couldn't leave the topic alone. I wanted to push him further.
"I never ran away", he snorted. "I was out there to help other people, you should be proud."
"Oh yea, I'm gonna be so proud when I tell everyone about how my boyfriend died on a useless mission because he wouldn't listen to his better half." I teased biting the soft skin on his neck, teasing him with my lips. His voice sounded different when he spoke again. He tried to hide it, but I could hear the difference in his voice.
"Make that husband instead of boyfriend."
I stopped nibbling on his skin. My eyes grew wide as I pulled my head back to look at him.
"You say what?!"
"I said: You're gonna tell them about how your husband died, not boyfriend."
"Are you kidding me right now, Dixon? Because first I don't like joking about your potential death, and second, are you asking me what I think you're asking me right now?!" I looked at him with narrowed brows trying to figure him out. I failed miserably.
"I am. We should marry."
"I didn't know you wanted to get married." I was still too suspicious to jump on that train right away. Last time we talked about marriage he told me it was stupid and that there was no point in marriage anyway because it only ever ended in tears and catastrophes.
"I didn't until now. You know, when I was trapped in that car with Aaron, I could only think of you and that's when...you know... I kinda realized I wanted to be bound to you like that. I want you to be only mine."
"And you think now is the time for that?"
"Yeah, I guess. We shouldn't wait until hell breaks loose again. I mean, only if you want to of course."
"Wow, yeah, of course I want to, Daryl. I always wanted to be part of your family. I just... after we talked about it last time, I just didn't want to bother you with something like that again." I smiled at him still not able to really realize what he had just asked me. He smiled back at me.
"You're not becoming part of my family."
"No?", I asked surprised at his remark. He shook his head.
"No, you've always been the only family I needed, with or without being married. You've always been and you always will be my family."
My smile grew wider as I slowly made my way up to his lips. I didn't know what to say. Overwhelmed by him suddenly showering me in affection I simply was at a lack of words. Fortunately, I could always kiss him. His kiss was passionate, loving, sweet, all at the same time. And even though he had just spoken such honest words, this kiss was still able to tell me more about our feelings than words could ever do.
"You know what?!" Daryl was gently brushing through my hair with his fingers, playing with it, absentmindedly braiding some strains together.
"No, what?"
"We should do it right away. Get the group together, have a little ceremony, something nice and quick."
"Really? First you don't wanna marry at all and now you can't even wait a couple of days?!"
"We can't be sure we have so much time left, you know." He kissed my temple.
"I don't even have a dress", I protested, but it was only a very weak protest. I too wanted to marry him right away since he was more than right. We couldn't be sure we had that much time left.
"Borrow one."
"What?"
"All those people, they lived here before the outbreak, they still got all this stuff lying around, someone's probably still got her wedding dress."
"You might be right."
"Sure I am", he said brushing a strain of hair behind my ear. "But however you decide I know you'll look stunning."
"I'll do my very best, just for you", I replied placing another soft kiss on his lips.
I couldn't find a dress at first. Running from house to house everyone looked at me like I would asking for the most unimaginable thing ever. Who would have guessed that in the end it was Deanna who for some reason had not only one but a whole collection of wedding dresses somewhere in the back of her closet.
"Sweetheart, from what I got to know about Daryl, you must be one special girl, and that definitely deserves a pretty dress", she said with an unusually nice smile. "Your group and mine, we might have our difficulties with each other, but a wedding... something happy like that is going to be much appreciated these days. If the two of you can wait until tomorrow, I'll plan the party."
"Well, we wanted to have a really small quick ceremony, not a big party", I mumbled with hesitation.
"Oh dear, I'm afraid you can't back out of this anymore. C'mon now, I need to make a few changes to that dress. By tomorrow of course." Something in her voice made it really clear to me that she wouldn't allow any objections. I knew Daryl wouldn't be all too happy about having the whole town come to our wedding, but I was afraid Deanna was right, there was no way out of this anymore. And who knew, maybe both Daryl and me would enjoy this moment with our chosen family nevertheless. I couldn't imagine too many of the people of Alexandria were too eager to watch me and Daryl Dixon getting married. We were not really the favorite couple of all time. I grinned to myself thinking of all the probably not so nice stuff Daryl and I had done and enjoyed to no extent. I couldn't wait to spend the rest of my life with him. As Mr. and Mrs. Dixon.