Daryl Dixon One Shots and Imagines

Just a Dress

This is kinda long. It's by far one of my favorite things that I have written. And I hope you like it to. That being said please don't use it in any of your own books.
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     I can't belive this is finally happening. I've waited so long for this day. Today I'm walking down the aisle. IN A WEDDING DRESS!
     Yes, that's right. A wedding dress. I remember meeting Daryl in this dress.
    ▪ It was right before anyone new of the disease. I was in a bridal shop with my mother. She was terminally ill and wanted to see me in a wedding dress, before she died. The outbreak was just then starting through town. I was in the dressing room when I heard over the radio what was going on. By then it was too late to change out of the gown. The shop was being overrun. I went to get my mother, but it was too late. She had already been attacked.  I booked it out of there with tears in my eyes. Mom may not have died by her illness, but at least she got her wish.
     I was glad my dress was drop waist and not very big. There was room for me to move my legs and run and I could move surprisingly easily in the dress. It was kinda heavy though. So I got tired fast.
     Just as I thought I was done for, a motorcycle appeared. Just like magic. *Poof!* motorcycle. I hesitated before the guy on the bike said, "Hurry up, girlie. We ain't got all day."
     After we got out of there, we met up with a group he'd formed when this outbreak started. It was just him, his brother Merle, and some chick named Nadeen.

"What the hell are you wearing?" Merle asked. "What the hell does it look like," I replied in a 'duh' tone. The chick Nadeen cut in rather snarkily. "Were you getting married and ditched when the groom tried to eat your face off?"

"I'll have you know that I am not wearing this for a ceremony. I'm wearing it for my mother, and the only reason I'm still in it is because I didn't exactly have time to change out of it before the damn dead plowed through the front door."

"If you're gonna keep up the attitude, you best just start walking your pretty little self away," Merle said in a stern voice, with a look that said 'even if you do cut the crap I want you gone.'

"You have a problem with me? Fine. I respect that. I guess I'll just be on my way then." I lifted the skirt of my dress and started walking in the opposite direction of town. I didn't get three steps before Daryl spoke up.

"Now just wait a minute. She hasn't  done nothin' wrong, and ya wanna kick her out. He'll you're basically plannin' her death by lettin' her leave wearin' a death trap."

"She can wear some of my clothes if that means she's leaving," Nadeen offered with a cringe. After I changed, I put the dress in a duffel bad along with a knife Daryl had given me and a couple bottles of water.
     I then started to leave again, but before I left completely, I stopped next to Daryl. "Thanks for stopping my 'certain death in a white dress' story. If it weren't for you I'd probably be stuck or dead right now," I said, "goodbye."

"You're not goin' anywhere," he replied. ▪

     This dress is what brought and kept us together. It's stayed with me in that duffel bag all these years. It's finally being used for what it was intended. A wedding. My wedding to Daryl.

My toast tonight, is for the dress that has kept my life a beautiful mess.