Daryl Freaking Dixon Imagines

Daryl and the Poem

                                                      (Set at the prison in season 4)

Warning: Some sad stuff. Ages 12+

Summary: When you are bored, you right in a journal. One day, Daryl is looking for you when he stumbles apon the book. He looks through it everyday when you write. Until you catch him.

DARYL'S P.O.V

"Y/n! I need ta' ask ya' a question!" I am stumbling through the cellblock lookin' for her. Carol said she was in here but I can't find her. "Y/n!" I walked into her cell to find it empty. A book was on the small bed. I sat down on the edge and grabbed it. 'Y/n's book'.  I opened it to see the 1st page blank. Hey, it never said 'don't read'.  Damn, this woman writes a lot. I read the 2nt page in my head. I never thought I would be that kid lookin' through a girl's diary.

"I think I'm losing you, but I will never regret choosing you. Because I am in love, and for now that will be enough. And the ones around me convince me that I was the only person who was dumb enough to believe that you and I had hope. But now I know even after you began to let your emotions slow the only reason I stood alone was because I was the only one who knew our love was never going to let go. Everyone wanted me to see that we could not thrive, so gouge out my eyes. Because if this is reality then I guess I'm not alive, because I don't know a life in where I can't make things right. And when life teaches you to drive and you finally say goodbye. And you won't let me stand by your side. I'll know that though some feelings are hurt, none will have died. Cause I used to stay up at night and picture myself looking into your eyes, shouting as you would sigh "how dare you think you can fall asleep with water dripping from the kitchen sink, how dare you think you can fall asleep with all these little leaks in this home we built in our dreams"

That was all that was written. I flipped through the book, empty. Wait. Something caught my eye. Could it be a another love note? No, never mind. Just a doodle of a duck. I stood up and glared at the book before setting it back down on the blanket. I walked back out of the room that led outside. "Yyy/nnn!" I was calling for her. "Over here, Daryl!" She was sitting at the outside table in the court with Sasha. "Hey, umm.. Can I ask ya' something?" She nodded her head.

"Shoot. I mean don't. Ask." I giggled at her word choice. "I'm sorry if you don't like this question... Did you have a boyfriend before this?" Her face dropped. I could see her eyes get misty. I looked down in shame and mumbled. "Sorry." She quickly wiped her eyes. "No, umm, not exactly." I was confused. "Not exactly?" She snapped at me. "Can we drop it?!" I flinched at her outburst. "I'm sorry." I got up and left. Sasha was rubbing Y/n's shoulders to calm her.

I went to my cell and changed my cloths. I hadn't released it was already almost night. I was about to tell Rick I was turnin' in when I bumped into Y/n. "Oh, Sorry!" She shook her head. "No, I'm sorry. Ya' know, about earlier." I slowly nodded my head. "Its fine. It was my fault." She wrapped her arms around my waist and sniffled. "One of these days, I will explain." She pulled back and kept walking to her cell.

I told Rick I was goin' to bed then walked back. I flopped on my bed and closed my eyes. Y/n yelled from the other side of the cellblock. "Night, Daryl!" It echoed through the halls. I smiled and yelled back. "Night, sweetheart!" I heard her giggled and snort. God damn, it was cute. I fell asleep thinking about the poem.

I woke up the next mornin' to Y/n sitting on my lap. "Morning, Daryl." I smile and sat up half way. "Morning." She giggled and pulled on my arms. I was now sitting up all the way. "What are ya' doin' in here, sweetheart?" She stood over me and gave a small smile. "Breakfast." She skipped away into the eating area. I followed right behind her with a smile. "Mornin', Daryl!" Everyone greeted me as I walked into the room. I got my food from Carol and sat down. Y/n started to walk away. "Aren't ya' gonna eat?" She shook her head. "Nah, I already ate. I'm just gonna write." I nodded my head and watched her skip away.

I finished my breakfast and walked to her cell. "Y/n?" She wasn't in there again. I remembered, she has watch tonight. I saw that the book was there on her bed again. I sat down on the end of her bed and picked up the book for a second time. I opened the book and started to read again. I wanted to know what she was thinking.

"A picture is worth a thousand words or whatever people say to me. It's hard to believe when your mind is lost and in need, and all you can picture is a memory inside of someone else's sheets. A prayer that nothing will keep, a hope that light will seek before the dark sinks too deep. Or at least the sinking feeling inside of me will decrease when the release of perceived dreams burn in the flame of feeling free. So feel free to be free if that's what you need. And if someday you feel alone and everything caves in when you try to breathe, know that you are not alone as far as I can see, because you were everything to me. Through this I have realized that if I were God we would have all just died, because darling you were mine and now I feel so dead inside, and what good am I if all I can create is a projection of my own mind. A dream of finding time to remind you that I'm still here and I'm not fine. And darling if you're going to leave just remember who you are, and do what you can to remember me."

I felt a tear of confusion roll down my face. I had no idea who it was about but I wanted to know. It was a beautiful poem to say the least. I want her to right more. I set the book down and walked out of the cell. I kinda' felt bad for reading it but I loved the story. It was amazing so interesting. Rick came strolling through the hall. "Daryl, what are you doin' in Y/n's room?" I shook my head and stuttered. "U-mm, I-I... I don't know." He smiled and patted my back. "I wont tell." He walked passed me and laughed. I went through my day wondering what she's gonna write next.

I saw her walk back to her cell with a pen. I got happy when I saw her bring her book out with her. And the writing begins. I watched with excitement as she wrote in the journal. I peered over Maggie's shoulder to see all the words she was writing. Her pen suddenly stopped. I looked up to see her staring to me. "Can I help you, Daryl?" I shook my head ant turned my attention back to the squirrel. She continued with her writing as I ate. "Well, I'm gonna go work the fence. I will be back in about an hour or so." She got up and left with the book.

She dropped it off in her room before making her way to the fence. I waited a few moments before nervously walking to the cell. The book was not on the bed but instead on the floor. It must have fallen off, she left in a hurry. I picked the journal off the cold pavement and opened it. I laid down on her bed with the book blocking my view of the door. I read the page very carefully.

"Maybe someday we can talk about our past and we can talk about the weather. Whenever you leave I don't care what I'm remembered for, I just want to be remembered. Because even if I failed you at least I tried, and maybe our lives don't add up now but someday our graves will look the same when we both die. And if I had a chance I'd give you one last kiss and I'd bite down on your lip and I'd try to puncture it so you'll never forget that time that you'll always regret. And darling I know sometimes life will take a turn for the worst, and sometimes life will even hurt. And I know some days, some days you'll be afraid of the lessons you'll have to learn. And some days you'll even feel burned, and I want to let you know that I want to love you through them. But I always get what I deserve."

I found myself in tears by the last line. I wanted so badly to know who it was about. She must have really loved them. Hell, I'd fall in love with them if they meant this much to her. "Did you enjoy my poem?" A voice startled me. "Y/n! I was jus' umm." She was giggling with a wide smile. "Its ok. You wanna know who its about?" I sat on the edge of the bed and shook my head. "I don't really know how to tell you this but umm... I had a girlfriend before all this. Her name was Liz. I knew she was the one. We were together for 3 years. The day before our wedding day-"

I could tell she was gonna cry. I wrapped my arms around her and let her snuggle her face into my chest. She sobbed into my shirt. She pulled back and wiped her tears. "Sorry." I shook my head. "It's alright. If you don't wanna finish the story, that's fine." She nodded and cuddled into my side. I laid back down on her bead with her still in my arms. I draped one arm around her waist and one playing with her hair. "Good night, sweetheart." She rested her head on my chest and sighed. "Good night, Daryl." We fell asleep with our loved ones in our minds. For me, it was Y/n. For her, it was Liz. I didn't care. I was just glad she was gonna be alright.

Y/N'S P.O.V

Daryl was kinda' growin' on me. Liz is in the past. Yes, I loved her. Call me crazy, but I think I am in love with Daryl. He was in my mind all night and hopefully in my future.

Hello! There will probably be a part 2 to this story coming soon! Good bye for now, my cuppycakes!