Daryl Dixon could read you like a book. You were a very complex person, and so was he. The both of you chose to look tough on the outside, and leave all of your dreams and aspirations for when the two of you were alone.
In this world it was a beautiful but rare thing, being able to fulfill one's dreams and greatest wishes. Most of the people nowadays saw nothing but dead people rising and the fall of society. But not you, you saw something better.
Freedom. That was your wildest wish, your greatest dream. The chains that the dead had latched onto everyone once they started rising made people feel limited and sometimes powerless. But not you.
The first time you met Daryl he didn't take a liking to you. In fact, you always thought of it as him envying you. You had lost so much, and
to be quite honest you really didn't have anything or anyone left. To everyone else you were crazy, being able to push all that hurt deep down inside. You knew it wasn't good for you, and so did Daryl.
That's what made the two of you so alike. You both struggled with words, either finding that they fell short or not being able to say anything at all. Bottling up your emotions was intense and sometimes caused random outbreaks from the two of you amongst the other members of the group, or occasionally each other. No one else understood it, though.
Once Daryl and you became closer, became good friends, the two of you opened up to each other. You
saw a side to him that no one else saw, and he you. It wasn't always that you had those conversations with each
other, seeing as they often left you both in mourning or bad moods. You could communicate just by tracing the features on each other's face.
Sometimes Daryl was able to call your bluff, he knew exactly when you were putting on a tough act and when you really meant it. For you, Daryl was a bit harder to tell. You figured that he
acted tough so much, that he had grown up being told that he had to be, that that was what he became, tough.
As your relationship slowly moved to more of an intimate thing, you understood him a bit better. That was when you revealed to him the thing that you often seeked most. He understood the feeling, but he would never take it upon himself to actually go out and achieve it. He didn't want to risk it.
Oh but you did, you would risk anything to feel the wind blowing through your hair and against your skin, to scream at the top of your lungs and poor yourself into the world as a whole. To feel that rush of adrenaline that sent you on a new high. To drive and drive and not
care where you were going or how long it would take to get there. To just feel free.
To take those chains of the
dead and leave them behind like they never were. The limitations that this new world placed on peoples shoulders was heavy, and you would give anything to be released from that situation, from that infinite loop of loss and misery.
Today you had felt as though you had waited long enough. You were going to fulfill your needs, even if Daryl
didn't agree to it. You had had quite a long day, first having your watch shift then working in the armory for
awhile. It was so incredibly irritating, sitting around and doing things like that while others were out risking their lives.
So when you heard the revving of Daryl's motorcycle, you ran down to the garage, leaving Olivia back on
armory duty. You peeked around the corner to see Daryl sitting next to his motorcycle, fixing one if the wheels.
You watched as he reached back for something, only to find that it was farther away than he had anticipated.
You smiled lightly and walked over to the tool, picking it up and handing it to him.
"Where've you been?" he catechized, taking the tool from your clean hands and into his dirt caked ones.
"Had my watch shift, then Olivia asked me to cover for her at the armory while she got some lunch." you sighed tiredly, placing your hand above your brows to block the burning rays of the summer sun.
Daryl stood and examined his work. Perfect, as always. He released a low grunt of satisfaction, then turned to face you once again.
"Is there anything you need before I go back out or while I'm out there?" he questioned, your attitude became more serious as the two of you spoke.
"Actually," you spoke, wanting to get across that you were serious about this, "there is something you could do for me- and I know you might not like it but I really feel like I need it this time, it's important to me."
Daryl narrowed his eyes at you, curious of what your request could possibly be. How could he miss it? You thought you had been quite obvious. Clearly you hadn't.
Daryl took a second to think about it until finally coming to a conclusion.
"I'm not taking you out there." he mumbled turning away from you.
"Daryl!" you spoke up a bit, catching his attention. He knew how much this meant to you. The feeling of not
having to worry about anything happening around you was a stupid thing, but it felt amazing.
You longed for it every so often, and Daryl had always been there to shut it down. He didn't want you in danger. He knew you could take care of yourself, but he always worried.
You reached for Daryl's hand, taking it in your own. He averted his gaze as maneuvered in front of him, tilting
your head to meet where his was facing.
You frowned as you saw his eyes moving back and forth, signifying that he was thinking. He said nothing, so you gave his hand a light squeeze to let him know that you were still there, and that you still loved him.
"I know that- you worry and that you would never want me in danger, but I also know that you know how capable I am of taking care of myself. And every other time that we've had this conversation I always agree that you're right," you're words began shaking as you spoke them, your eyes welling up with tears as Daryl slowly glanced up at you.
"But I can't anymore, Daryl. I need to go out there I can't just sit around here anymore. You're probably the only person that understands me in this way," you inhale shakily, "so either you take me or I go on my own, but I'm going."
You watched as Daryl lifted his head, shifting his eyes down to his feet, then back up to you with a nod.
"All right," he sighed, "I'll take ya."
The corners of your lips pulled up into a smile as you wrapped your arms around Daryl, resting your head on his chest.
A good thirty minutes later you were on the back of Daryl's motorcycle with a huge grin. The two of you just drove, occasionally yelling out a "Fuck You!" to the hellhole you lived in.
It was a good way to let out your anger and emotions, and surprisingly Daryl found it as a coping mechanism, just as you did.
Once the two of you are back home after your rather long rude of not giving a shit, the two of you enjoyed conversing with each other while in bed.
"Daryl," you whispered, Daryl running his hand up and down your arm as you lay with your back towards his chest.
"Hmm?" He hummed sweetly.
"Freedom is a state of mind," you spoke, causing Daryl to scrunch his eyebrows together in confusion.
"And you're all I can think about."
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sorry it took so long to get this out, but I hope you enjoyed anyways. the next imagine will be a Rick one.
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dead weight || twd imagines
Fanfiction"please, you don't understand, you don't know.. we're dying.." the walking dead imagines i own none of the walking dead characters
