The Walking Dead Imagines

20/08/2017 ©

Lmao I change a lot of things cause my shit doesn't make sense.

Crossbow Training

Y/n's POV

Yesterday I had a one on one session training with Michonne, she was teaching me how to use a Katana. Today I have crossbow training a one on one session with Daryl. Daryl and I have known each other from the start. It's been a long ride but we are finally settled for now. At Hershel's farm. It's a really big place and has loads of room outside, that's why we are training here.

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I took a hold of the crossbow and pointed it at the empty can, steadying my hands, trying to control the shaking. This is my first time using a crossbow and I have to admit it's pretty heavy.

I manage to steady my hand and pull the trigger.

Obviously, I miss by a mile off.

Daryl laughs and walks to pick back up the arrow.

"You have to aim down a little more and try to stay calm and not think about it too much, well, that's how I do it." Daryl explains.

"And you're a pro, so I think it's good to listening to you," I say taking his advice while he cleans the mud off the arrow head.

He fixes the arrow back into the crossbow and holds his arm out, holding the crossbow with one arm. He barely even looks and shoots the arrow, hitting the empty soup can straight off the tree trunk.

"You don't look impressed," Daryl says with his bottom lip out, half pouting.

"That's because you're THEE Daryl Dixon," I say, a little taken back by my words.

"Thee?" He cockily smirks while he winks with his right eye.

I have to admit, that was enough to push anyone over the edge.

"Anyway, here your turn, if you do it you get something off me, your choice."

This made me curious on what he has in stock.

I aim and shoot, missing narrowly.

"Close but not close enough,"

"Just you wait Mr. Dixon, you'll see."

He was pissing me off, slowly but surely. I can't wait till I hit the can, I will soon enough.

He sorts the crossbow out for me and I take it. I miss again, by a lot again, I don't even think I'm getting any better.

I try a few more times, coming closer by each one, but according to Daryl I'm either 'too far to the right', 'too far to the left', 'too high' or 'too low.'

He is narking me big time.

"One more try and if you don't do it I'll have to sort you out," Daryl threats with a little laugh added onto the end.

Fuck no, I'm not letting that happen. I'm big enough to control a crossbow, after a lot of practise of course.

I miss, fuck.

"Here," Daryl says while handing me his crossbow again.

He stands behind me and grips a hold of the crossbow with me still lighting keeping contact of it. He comes closer so our bodies are barely touching, bends his arms and leans his head over my left shoulder.

"It should go like this," he says in a low and raspy voice.

He pulls the trigger and hits the top center of the can, pushing it off the edge.

"See, you basically done it, now we have to go inside though, its starting to get dark and I think the walkers will come soon if we make anymore noise," Daryl says, lowering his voice with each word.

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We walk in and everyone is sitting around the table. As soon as the door opens we have about 8 pairs of eyes on us.

No one says anything, they just carry on with the conversation that they are having. Daryl heads upstairs and so do I, I'm going to the bathroom to clean up.

I grab the wipes and wipe down my face and throw the now dry wipe into the bin.

"HEY! Y/N COME HERE!" Daryl shouts, probably forgetting that I'm in his bathroom, the only one with the stash of wet wipes.

I walk out of the bathroom and into Daryl's room.

"You called? I say putting my head up towards Daryl's.

" you hit the can, you get something."

"Oh yeah, I forgot about that,"

I walk around the room, hoping to find something interesting.

"Urm, Daryl, I know what I want," I say sheepishly.

"Sure, what is it?" He replies, not budging from the bed.

'You have to come here, I think it'll be a struggle to carry," I say back, knowing what I was asking for.

"What have you found?" Daryl sigh's.

I turn around so I'm facing Daryl nervously.

"Are you okay? What was it?" Daryl questions.

"This," I whisper.

I gently touch Daryl's cheeks, pulling them down.

I twist my head slightly to the right while Daryl moves his head, connecting our lips together.

It's a long and passionate kiss, I smile into it and pull away.

He looks at me in awe but then he smiles.

"Wow, I'm gonna let you have things way more often," Daryl says sitting on the side of his bed, "come 'ere, you can have something,"

I giggle while sitting onto his lap and crashing my lips onto his.

And just to think, this all started with crossbow training.

A/n

What do you guys think about this. I'm not sure on it. I don't even think I have wrote a kissing scene before so....

Anyway, please comment because I love to read comments!

Qotd: do you have any pets? If so, how many, what are they and their names.

Aotd: I have no pets, but I want a duck.

If you don't have a pet, what would you like?

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            WTAF YOU'VE NEVER WROTE A KISSING SCENE?! Girl.