Daryl Dixon Imagines

Compromise

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“Are ya crazy?” You shut the trunk of the car and turned towards the source of the question. Daryl was storming towards you, crossbow across his back and furious expression on his face.

You crossed your arms. Daryl speaking to you like that wasn’t unheard of, but it was unusual. “Excuse me?”

“Ya heard me,” He said, finally reaching where you stood. “Rick said you’re headed out on a run by yourself.”

“Yeah, what about it? That’s not exactly a new thing, I used to do it all the time, Daryl,” You retorted.

“It’s dangerous out there! Ya could get killed without anyone ta watch your back. It’s stupid to go out there on your own,” He said.

“Yeah, no shit.” You rolled your eyes. “Look, Daryl, I appreciate your concern, but I got this. I’m not going far. Besides, it’s not like Michonne hasn’t done stuff like this before, either.”

“Yeah, well, you’re not Michonne,” He said.

Your eyes narrowed. “And what the hell is that supposed to mean? I can take care of myself, I’m not helpless. I’ll be gone an hour, two tops.”

“Let me go with you,” He ordered.

“The day I take orders from you is the day I die, Daryl Dixon,” You scoffed. “I can handle this on my own, so let me go.”

“No way in hell am I lettin’ ya go on your own,” He fired back. “Ya might thank me later.”

“I highly doubt it. See you later, Daryl.” You turned away, intent on leaving for the run, but his hand wrapped around your forearm just tight enough to halt you. “Daryl, let me go.”

He released you. “Fine. But I’m comin’ with ya.”

“No, you’re not. What part of ‘I’m going by myself’ is so difficult for you to understand? Quit treating me like a child, or like some damsel in distress, because I’m not, Daryl. Though apparently, that’s news for you,” You spat.

“Because hell, woman, I love ya! And I’m not gonna let you go out there all alone and get yourself killed when I could come with ya and prevent it!” The words seemed to explode from him before he could stop them.

“W-wait, you love me?” You stuttered out.

“How could I not? You’re smart, funny, and ya can kick some serious ass. I’d be stupid not to,” Daryl said. “An’ I understand if ya don’ feel the same.”

You softened. “Of course I feel the same! Like you said, I’d be stupid not to.”

“Does that mean you’ll let me go with ya?” He asked hopefully.

“No. It really is a one person job. I’m not even technically going into town,” You told him. “But it does mean I’ll let you kiss me before I go.”

You could have sworn he blushed as you shot him a wink. “I’ll agree to that.”