Daryl Dixon x Reader

The Run

The next day you were woke up by the sound of catering. You push yourself out of bed, tie your hair in a loose side braid and pull on your combat boots.

'Oops almost forgot' You think to yourself. You grab your katana and put it across your back 'perfect'.

You wander down the metal stairs and are greeted by Carl fixing his gun and Glen talking to Maggie.

"Hey, (f/n). How was your first night?" Maggie asks walking towards you closely followed by Glen.

"It was good, thanks." You smile at them both

"Good too hear." Glen say wrapping an arm around Maggie's waist. They walk away and you follow the sound of clattering pans. In the kitchen area you find Carol cleaning the dishes.

"Here," You say grabbing a hand full of plates " let me."

"Oh, I can manage on my own."

"I don't doubt that for a second, ma'am. Just here too help."

"Thank you."

You help Carol clean up then go in search of Hershel. You thought he should know about your brief time working at the hospital.

You find him in the field tending to the crops, his crutches lying down on the grass beside him.

"Hello" You say quietly

"Ah, (f/n). I've been meaning to talk too you. Daryl was telling me about how you used to assist at the local hospital. As you know only myself and Carol have medical knolage in the group. I'm sure you already know that even knowing how to stitch a simple wound in this day and age is a blessing."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," You smile at him "I don't know much though. Maybe you could teach me some more sometime?"

"It would be my pleasure"

"You haven't seen Daryl around lately, have you?"

"He's by the fence, I think. The walkers have started coming back. You firing that gun the other day gave us all the break we needed."

You laugh slightly "Well I guess my stupidity did pay off. Thanks again Hershel, I look forward to those lessons." And with that he turns back to his crops and you go in search of Daryl.

Sure enough there he was shoving metal spikes through the fence and into the walkers heads. You wander over and grab your katana. You stand by him and start sticking the blade thought the walkers.

"Hey (f/n)."

"Hello Daryl." You stand in silence taking out walker after walker after walker.

"Going on a run today," Daryl says sticking the spike into one walkers eye. "Wanna come along with me? Gives y' a chance t' stretch y' legs." 

"Yeah, sure I'll come. Who else is going?"

"Jus' me 'nd you" The walkers were gone and Daryl wiped the sweat off his brow.

"Ok, when we leaving?"

"Whenever y're ready."

"I'm ready now. Should we go?"

"Yeah"

You head towards his bike and Lori hands Daryl his poncho. Carol and Beth make a racket at the other end of the field, drawing the walkers away. You sit behind Daryl and wrap your arms around his middle.

You hear the rev of the engine and you shoot off down the track, hearing the sound of the gate being closed behind you. During some point of the drive you end up leaning you head on his back inhaling the scent of his poncho.

You pulls up out side of a pharmacy and you both scan your surroundings for walkers.

"Doesn't seem to be any here." You say lowering your katana. Daryl lowers his crossbow and grumbles in response. You both walk into the pharmacy and take in the mess surroundings you. Blood is splattered up the walls and pills of all different shapes, colours and sizes are thrown across the floor. Most of the metal shelving units are turned upside down of torn off the walls, all ending in sharp jaggered spikes.

"What are we looking for?"

"Anythin' useful, I guess . Plannin' ahead for the baby, so formula, baby food. Things like that. Y' look for them I'll look f' pain killers and shit like that."

You nod and start hunting around. You must have been there for at least an hour shoving all sorts of baby stuff into your backpack. Then you hear a commotion at the other end of the store. You zip up the bag and throw it over your shoulder, running to the sound. When you get there you see Daryl sitting on the floor, impaled on one of the shelves by a metal spike through his arm, with a gash on his eyebrow. Then you register the group of walkers edging their way towards him. You quickly take all of them out and rush towards his side.

"Don't move!" you say placing a hand on his other arm.       "You dont want to tear it anymore than you already have"

He grits his teeth in pain and closes his eyes. You inspect you wound and decide that it hadn't tore through anything vital.

"Here," you say holding out you hand. He opens his eyes and stares at it confused." I'm gonna pull you off this and I'm not gonna lie, its gonna hurt like hell." He looks for a second longer then grasps it firmly. "Three. . . two. . . one" You pull him off in one sharp tug and he shout all kinds off abominations at you. He grips your hand tightly until he gains some kind of composure then looks at his arm.

"AGGHH FUCK!" He curses letting go of your hand. You quickly run off to get pain killers. You force him to eat them and then good In search of a needle and surgical thread. Then you find some antiseptic spray, wipes and bandages. You quickly run back to him and lay the stuff out on the ground. You grasp the spray and spray it on his arm. He swears again at you in pain and punches the ground with his fist. You then wiped the blood away and sprayed the needle. Daryl's eyes widen at the look of it and he shakes his head "No! I don't need no damn stitches! I'm fine!" You give him a pleading look and he sighs in annoyance. "Fine. Just make it quick."

"I'm guessing you don't like needles." You say threading the needle

"What gave y' that idea?" He says with a hint of sarcasm

"Its gonna be fine," you tell him giving his hand a quick squeeze "if your tough enough to impale yourself, then your tough enough to have stitches." He gives you a smirk them closes his eyes. You stitch up his arm then bandaged it. When you are done you smile at you handy work and look at his eyebrow. "At least that won't need stitches," You smile "just a small cut. Still going to have to clean it though."  He tenses at the thought of it and you leave to get cotton wool.

You return quickly and kneel in front of him. You spray the cotton wool and press it to his eyebrow. Daryl lets out a hiss and you reduce the pressure. "Sorry" You mumble.

"It's fine, I've. . . " His eyes latch onto yours and you feel your cheeks redden. You stare at each other and find yourself looking from his eyes to his lips. You then realize just how much you want him to kiss you. He seems to feel it too, because he is now cautiously leaning forward. 'Oh my fucking god! Is this really happening?!' your mind screams. His face is only millimeters away from yours and he looks at you for permission. You lean in closing the gap, connecting his lips with yours. His stubble prickles your face adding to the sensation of his slightly chapped lips against yours. You place a hand on his cheek pulling him closer, while he wraps his good arm around your waist moving his thumb in small circles on your hip.

When you break apart a thick, suffocating silence fills the air, that you could probably cut with a butter knife. You both stare at each other not quite believing what just happened.

"We should get goin'. Don't want 'em gettin' worried 'bout us." Daryl says breaking the silence. You nod grabbing both his and your bag flipping them over you shoulder along with you katana. You then grab Daryl's crossbow and with the opposite hand help him up. You walk to the bike in silence looking for walkers before jumping on the back. You drive back to the prison fast both confused by the event that just took place.