Daryl wasn't sure if it was a good thing. He wasn't sure if it was a bad thing. But he was sure that it happened and that no matter what, he can't change it.
She's stayed with him through it all. Even before the dead started walking. She had always been there when he needed her. She had always there when he needed to talk. She
was there to patch him up after every beating. She was there to encourage him, when his brother diminished his pride. She had just always been there.
He didn't see any reason for it to be a bad thing. But there wasn't anything pointing to it being a good thing either. Neither of them saw it coming, nor had either of them planned it. But most importantly, neither of them new what it meant.
They both enjoyed it. Neither of them felt that it was anything but right. So they did it again, because why not?
They kissed and it felt great, and it always will.
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Daryl Dixon One Shots and Imagines
FanfictionJust a collection of one shots and Imagines I have written. All of which have Daryl Dixon.
