Claimed ↠ Daryl Dixon X Reader

14: Dolls and Whatnot

When you left your tent in the morning, Carol and Lori, were already up, hanging clothes. Shane, Rick, Andrea, and Daryl were surrounding a car with a map on the hood. Probably discussing the next search mission, which you would rather not be apart of. Instead, you made my way towards Carol and Lori. They stopped what they're doing just for you. How special.

"Hey." you said as you approached, scratching the back of your head. "Need any help?" They were pretty ok people. You didn't mind them. Just sometimes they could get on your nerve. You glanced over in Daryl's direction and noticed that he was already staring at you, but snapped his head in another direction when you saw him. You felt a little bad.

"Sure thing." Carl said. "We were just talking about cooking a meal for Hershel and his family... You know, as a 'thank you' gesture for letting us stay here. You any god at culinary arts?"

"um..." you paused. "Sure, Maybe."

"I'll take that as a yes" She said in a perky voice. You gave a fake smile, which trickled a fake laugh, with a fake, "Alright, then." Just as you looked away again, you saw Daryl striding off on a horse, into the swarm of trees.

Luckily, Dale saved you. "Hey y/n." You turned to see him sitting on the top f the RV. "Yeah?" You responded. "Mind takin' over the watch shift?" you sighed in relief.

"Sorry, Carol. I guess I'm caught up."

...

Most of the day that day, you hung out with Andrea, who was also on the roof. It was all going good until she spotted what appeared to be a walker.

"Walker!" She shouted twice. you looked ahead, seeing a body struggling to greet the camp. you jumped down off of the RV. "I bet I could nail it from here" She bragged.

"Nah, don't waste the gun power. I got this" you told her, grabbing your bow.

"Need any help?" Shane asked.

"Nah, I got it." And you made my way towards it.

As you got closer to it, it appeared to be more familiar. It was Daryl. His Mouth was bloody, there was an open wound on his side, blood everywhere, and his whole body covered in dirt. your first thought was whether Daryl was dead, or just got himself into a shitty situation.

"Daryl?" you asked. He didn't say anything, which led you to believe he was a walker. you hesitantly, and shakily raised my bow, and he stopped moving.

" 'But time you point that thing at my head." you sighed I'm relief. "You gonna shoot me, or what?" Lowering your bow, you spoke up.

"What the hell happened to you?"

Before he could say anything, there was a gunshot. As you watched him fall to the ground with a grazing bullet passing his head, you nearly freaked out.

"Shit." you said loudly. Andrea didn't listen. She shot him. "Hey, I need some help over here!"  you yelled over to the others, waving at them and signaling for them to come over. Rick caught sight of this, and ran over. Andrea followed himm.

"Here, get his other side." He said hurriedly and panting. The two of you lifted him back up.

Faintly, he said, "I was kidding." and he fell unconscious. At least he wasn't too mad...  The others began running over as well.

"Oh my god. Oh my god, is he dead!?" Andrea whined, running over with Dale and Glenn. Glenn took my place in assisting Daryl to the house.

"Unconscious; you just grazed him." you told her, trying to hold in your anger

you noticed something attached to his belt; a doll. you unhooked it and inspected it before drawing attention to it. "Hey, guys." You said. They looked over at you. "Isn't this Sophia's?" Earning a few wide eyes. You couldn't believe it.

Very short, but I'm working on it...