Daryl Dixon x Reader

Meeting Daryl Dixon

You and Daryl didn't know each other before it all went down. The dead coming back and feasting on the living. Your family perished early on, leaving you on your own.

You ran down the slope zig-zaging through the trees trying to escape the group of walkers you had attracted. You cursed yourself for using your gun instead on your katana. You look around quickly, scanning for somewhere safe. Your eyes land on a tree that looks easy enough to climb and tall enough to get out of reach of the walkers. You pull yourself up and perch on one of the branches. They all hover under the tree, their moans attracting more and more of them. They claw at the tree trunk hissing at you. There must have been about twenty surrounding you by the time the sun sets. 'This is it,' You think to yourself 'this is how it ends'. You pull the crumpled photo of your family from your backpack and tears come to your eyes. You're just about ready to jump when. . . .

"Hey, you 'live up there?" A faint whisper calls to you. At first you think you're hearing things, you put it down to dehydration and lack of food.

"Y' been bitten?"

"No, who are you? Where are you?" You ask the darkness.

"Names Daryl, Daryl Dixon. In the tree next t' y'. Bin trackin' y' since y' fired y're gun. Not a smart move, dumbass. So cuz I'm such a nice guy I thought i'd save y're sorry ass" Daryl says in a sarcastic tone.

" And how exactly do you plan on 'saving my sorry ass' from the opposite tree? Didn't think it through did you? "

"I'll think of somethin', always do"

"Well we aren't going to get very far in the dark are we? I guess we better get comfortable" You say leaning against the tree trunk.

"Don't mind if I do" He says. You hear the leaves on the tree Daryl is in rustle, and then you feel the branch you're on move.

Daryl jumps from his tree to yours and sits facing you. The moon casts a soft glow on his face and you can just make out his features.

"Never did catch y're name. Or are you fine with being called dumbass?"

Rolling your eyes at him, you sigh "My names (f/n), (f/n) (l/n)"

"(f/n)." He says testing it out "You got a purdy name (f/n)" Daryl whispers. You feel the colour rise in your cheeks and you thank god its dark and he can't see you properly.

"Thanks" You whisper "It's definitely better than dumbass, don't you think?"

You see him smirk at you and it's honestly the most adorable thing you've ever saw.

"Y' hungry? Got some squirrel, if y're interested"

You twist your face and shake your head, earning another adorable smirk.

"I think I'll pass, thanks."

"Suit y'self, if y' need t' sleep go ahead. I'll make sure nothin' happens"

Against your will your eye lids start to droop and soon you are pulled into the darkness of sleep.

As the sun rises Daryl looks at you, with a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. He had never seen an attractive girl for along time and he thought, to put it lightly, you were very pleasing to the eye.

Your eyes slowly flutter open and are met by a blured sliouet.

"Sleep well?" He questions

"Against a tree? Yeah best sleep I've had in a long time." You say sarcastically rubbing the back of your aching neck. Your eyes slowly came into focus allowing you your first good look at the smirking redneck. He was wearing a torn checkered shirt with no sleeves, showing off his muscular arms, with a crossbow throwen over his left shoulder. His hair was longish and a dark shade of brown, his face is also dotted with stubble of the same colour. 'You are lovely' you though to yourself.