Daryl Dixon Imagines

Don't Worry

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The truck moved swiftly through the road until straight into a walker flew itself onto the glass, crushing it's dead skull and seeing brain matter splatter everywhere. As if it didn't bother him, Daryl presses something on the side of the wheel with a click.

The blades of windshield wiper couldn't remove all of the blood but he could see the road again.

Y/N props her feet up on the chair and squints when the sun got in her face for the third time. Even on the sunniest days bad things happen. Daryl killed a man, almost bit. Y/N just watched, regretting not being able to help, but also lying to Daryl and herself that she was capable of doing anything. She wasn't.

Or that maybe she isn't a sign of hope to Daryl at all.

Mile after mile. Then the truck swerves through another path leading to a forest. Daryl notices the small herd of walkers stumbling through the trees and they were heading toward one direction.

"Daryl." Y/N notices this too.

"No," he answers sharply without hesitation. "Can't waste the bullets, the energy. Negan needs more our shit so we gotta look for more of his shit-"

"What if they need our help?" Y/N puts down her feet off the chair.

"Who's they?" He asks.

"People. Survivors. They could spare supplies for us to give to Negan."

No answer.

Y/N grits her teeth. "Fine," She reaches from the back to grab her AK 47 and unbuckles her seat belt. "I'll go alone." Despite the moving truck, Y/N pushes the door open and jumps out.

Ignoring Daryl's calls, she runs off to where the walkers were headed.

"Damn it, Y/N!" He slams the breaks but just sat there. What was she doing? She's known for being stubborn, thrust into a situation which had nothing to do with anything relevant and their task for the day.

After grabbing his crossbow, Daryl hops out of the truck after putting it on park. He swings his crossbow at a walker by the head and runs inside the woods.

"Y/N!" He went through the bushes, trying to follow Y/N's footprints as fast as he could. He sees her crouched down, possibly looking at someone at a low level.

He rushes through the dirty water before catching up to her spot.

"The hell's wrong with you?!" He stops when he sees what Y/N was doing. He watched as she lifts the small infant from the car seat in her arms, cradling her, whispering a few words.

This is what attracted walkers? A baby?

"Don't worry," Y/N sighs in relief. "Not bit." She smiles down at the baby while it coos.

"A bunch of heartless idiots just abandoned a baby here? In the woods?" Daryl says.

"Maybe." Y/N nods her head to Daryl, which motioned him to turn around and stab the upcoming walker sneaking up behind him.

"We can't take it back to Alexandria," says Daryl turning back around.

Y/N stops "Why not?"

"You know what we're dealing with right now? Negan. The Saviors. Scavenging for supplies and instead we bring back a baby?"

"Judith could use a play date!" Her smile fades. "We're not leaving a baby to die alone. We'll scavenge for more stuff, and we need formula."

Daryl made a noise in his throat. Then the words couldn't even come out of his mouth, not a syllable. Giving in, he follows her back to the truck.

"Screw it," he groans. He gives a small grin at the baby. Is it a boy or a girl?"