Daryl Dixon x Reader

A Game

It had been four days since the run and Daryl had avoided you like the plague. You started to accept the fact that you had basically destroyed any type of relationship with him, both romantic and friendly. You guess there was a difference, from kissing him thank you on the cheek and then kissing him full force on the mouth.

You shuffle around your cell before thinking of asking Rick if there is any jobs to be done. You run out your cell with your katana on your back and down the stairs. You catch a glimpse of him talking to someone in the distance and as you get closer you realize it's Daryl. You come too a sudden stop and find your self marching in the other direction. You somehow end up outside and you see Beth and Maggie on fence duty.

"You guys wanna break?!" You shout over the sound of moaning walkers, as you approach.

"Can you handle them by yourself?!" The eldest Greene daughter asked.

"Course I can Maggie!"

Maggie looks at Beth and nods "Thank you! we've been at it for almost two hours!" She hands you the spike and leaves. You stand there looking at the walkers trying to think of what they could have been before they became dead cannibals. You start with the easy ones (The ones Wearing a uniform). 'Doctor' you think as you shove a spike through the walkers eye. 'Officer' another walker you kill off. You keep this going for a while, another job another dead walker. You didn't notice the shadow approaching you until another spike plunge through a walkers eye on your left.

"Hey" You here a small whisper and know instantly who it is.

"Hi" You keep your response small and keep your gaze forward (because in all honesty lets face it, your kinda pissed that he has waited this long to talk to you"

A silence creeps over the pair of you as you continue taking down walker after walker. After about ten minutes of being awkward you finally give out a large frustrated sigh.

"I can't do this anymore" You throw the spike to the ground and march through the field. You get to the prison when you feel a hand grab your shoulder and yank you around.

Daryl pushes you against the bricks and kisses you instantly, violently shoving his tongue down your throat, one hand grabbing your hip and the other pushing you to the wall by your shoulder. You take a while too figure out what's happening and you try to push him away. He doesn't budge. You then slap him once hard on his muscular arm and he pulls away slightly. You take your chance and push him away fully, slapping him hard across the cheek. He looks at you in disbelief then slowly an angry glint forms in his eyes (you don't want to admit it but god he looks as sexy as fuck right now!)

"Stop! What do you think this is?! A game?!" You scream.

"What are y' talkin' 'bout woman?!" He asks and takes a threatening step towards you.

"What happens next then?! You gunna go another week avoiding me?! You don't get to do that Daryl, ignore me, make me feel like shit and then back me against a wall! That's not how it works!"

He looks down at the ground then back at you, the anger in his eyes melting away and turning to guilt.

"I-I'm sorry" He says shaking his head "I just. . . back at the store I couldn't. . . I didn't. . . ," You wait patiently for an answer " I thought that. . . Aggh! Fuck!" He punches the wall behind you, almost hitting the side of your head. Fear fills your eyes and he immediately backs away, shaking his head. "I-I'm so sorry" He then turns on his heals and runs.

"Daryl! Wait! Stop it! Come back, I'm sorry!" You chase after him. You end up losing him, Jesus he's fast. You hunt around and find him hidden behind the watch tower.

He has his knife out stabbing the gravel, crying? You silently sit beside him and wrap an arm around his back pulling him towards you. You hold him there before moving yourself in front of him. He bows his head to avoid looking at you. You move closer and lift his chin so he has no choice but too look you in the eyes. His eyes are full of guilt and sorrow as you wipe his tears away with the pad of your thumb. You then stroke his cheek and lean your lips too his. His lips are salty from his tears and he is making the strangled crying noise in the back of his throat. When you pull away he looked at you like a scared child, causing you too pull him into another hug. He lays his head in the crook of your neck and lets out a shaky breath that rattles in your ear.

"I'm sorry" you whisper in his ear and stroke his hair.

"(f/n), y' don't need t' apologise for me bein' a dick" you hear him whisper

"Well if your a dick I must be a colossal bitch."

You hear him let a small laugh and feel his lips form a small smile against your shoulder.

"I'm sorry I attacked y' back there, shouldn't do that especially when I avoided y' " He tells you lifting his head too look at you.

"Sorry I slapped you. . . . . and pushed you"

"I deserve everythin' that happens to me."

"Oh yeah?" You lean in and kiss him with the same passion he showed you earlier.

"Ok. . . ," he said when you broke apart "maybe not everythin' "

You shake your head with a smile and do it again.

"What I wanted to say back there," he said while you tended to his bleeding knuckles (he hit the wall pretty hard). "Is that back at the store I was confused, y'know. I had never done that. . . with anyone and I just didn't know how t' deal with it. I've never felt that b'fore y'know never felt that for 'nother person. So I just tried t' hide from y' it's all I know how t' do"

"I know how you feel. That day at the store changed things and I though I had scared you off, I was starting to think I had burned a bridge." You look at him with a sad smile "And this," You signal between you "whatever this is I don't want it too end"

"Me neither."

"Daryl! (f/n)!" You hear Rick shout "Food's on the table!"

You grab his hand and pull him up with you. You begin to walk and he wraps a hand around your waist, pulling you close.

"Everyone will see," you say too him as you enter the prison.

"I know, I want them too." His small gesture sends butterflies dancing around your stomach as well as making your heart skip a beat. You both walk to the table accepting the stares of the group as you take a seat next to each other, Daryl never removing his arm and you never bat an eyelid when he kisses your cheek.