Daryl Freaking Dixon Imagines

The Dixon kills for you

                                                           (Set at the line up in season 6)

Warning: Cussing. Violence. Ages 13+

Summary: You were about to get your head smashed in by Lucile. You were panicking until Daryl saved you. He killed Negan and Simon in order for you to live. Btw, this was a request.

To your left was Abraham and on your right was Michonne. You were on your knees crying with the rest of the group. You weren't listening to a word Negan was saying, you were to focused on Daryl's safety. He was doing the same with you, you guys never broke eye contact. The more you thought about the situation, the more you cried thinking about one of your family members dying. Abraham was trying to calm you down by saying, "It's ok. We will get through this. We are strong." He tapped your hand. You looked down then into his glossy eyes. He nodded and grabbed your hand. You looked back at Daryl. He was also sobbing, the blood running down his arm.

You looked to your right to see Michonne also crying. "Hey, we will survive this." She looked at you with pleading eyes. "I know." You took her hand in yours trying to calm her, the same way Abraham was. She squeezed your hand, getting your attention. "We will get through this." You gave her a weak smile. You turned you attention back to Daryl. He wasn't looking at you anymore. He was to busy focusing his attention on Negan. His glair would have burned through his dark soul if you didn't cough. He snapped his head toward you and gave a concerned look. He mouthed the words, "YOU OK?" You nodded your head and shivered. He got the message that you were getting sick. It was about 6 degrees outside, so of course you were getting sick.

You were about to cough again but a voice stopped you. "IT." You glanced up to the man standing right above you. I guess you spaced out thinking about Daryl that you missed the whole 'game'. "Anybody moves, anybody sais anything, cut the boy's other eye out and feed it to his father, and then we'll start. You can breath, you can blink, you can cry, hell...Your all gonna' be doing that." The bat was about to smash in your head. You braced your self for the pain to come....But it never did. You looked straight ahead of you to see the scene taking place. Daryl was on top of Negan punching him with one hand and the other choking him. No one was moving. No one dared to mess with the Dixon. But, there is always the exception, Simon.

Simon was about to tackle Daryl to the ground but he was too quick. Daryl got one more punch in making sure that Negan was out before jumping off just in time. Simon missed him completely, landing on the beaten up Negan. Daryl jumped on Simon's back, putting him in a choke hold. He squeezed his arms around his neck, killing the man. Negan was just coming out of concusses. Daryl slowly let Simon go just to jump back on Negan. He was throwing punches to his gut and to his bruised face.

You hadn't noticed that Abraham had let go of your hand, he was just sitting there in awe. You turned your head to see that Michonne hadn't let go. She had her eyes tightly shut and her hand was staring to hurt yours due to her strength. Daryl had gotten off of the evil man and checked for a pulse. He shook his head and sat right in front of you on his knees. He looked up at you and fell into your chest. His cheek was pressed on your collarbone. His arms were limp at his side. He was crying, Daryl Dixon was crying."You did what you had to. It's ok. Were fine because you did what you had to." He looked into you eyes and kissed your lips. "I know. I love you." He pressed his face back to your chest and continued crying. "I love you too. I love you too." You cradled him in your arms until the saviors left, whispering 'I love you' in his ear every 3 minutes. The Dixon never left your side, he stopped crying but didn't move. You didn't want him to. You didn't want to let go.