Daryl Dixon Imagines

jealous

I sighed loudly. I played with my brackets on my wrist and tapped my foot on the ground.
I've been waiting for Daryl to arrive from his run.
Rick and him left about an hour ago and still no sign of them.
I stand up and go outside.
People are walking around the streets of Alexandria.
A group starts forming and I head over there.
I look and it's Daryl carrying a bloody pale girl.
I gasp and run to him.
"What happened who's she?"
"A girl we found" grunted Daryl not bothering looking up to me.
I gritted my teeth and ran off to the house.

I hear the door open, I turn around and it's Daryl still carrying the girl. I roll my eyes at the scene and clear my throat.
"What's this bitch doin here"
Daryl softly puts her on the sofa and head towards me.
"She's hurt and she's been through alot leave her alone" says Daryl heading to our bedroom
I stare at her with anger and head towards our bedroom.
I walk in to Daryl stripping his shirt off. I look at his back and his scars. I go next to him and trace his scars. He flinches but stays still. I kiss his neck and turn towards him.
"Babe I'm sorry I got mad. But who is she?"
"She's a chick we got caught up with. Someone was raping her and hitting her so Rick and I killed the guy and took her" says Daryl looking down
"Oh I'm sorry I don't know why I acted like a bitch I just got jealous"
"Jealous?" asks Daryl smirking
"Yeah, jealous,"
He grabs my waist and pulls me in. He hugs me tightly and kisses my head and looks at me
"Don't be jealous babygirl"