Daryl Dixon Imagines

You're Perfect

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 You were the loner of the group at the prison, the only thing you were able to beat Daryl at. You liked to keep to yourself and not let anyone in; even before the world fell apart. People apart of the group at the prison would sometimes try and talk to you but the only ones that you’d actually let in were Daryl and Carol. They seemed to be the only ones that understood that you’re a ‘anti-social’ type of girl. Oh how they didn’t know.

They didn’t know how you would cry yourself to sleep. They didn’t know about constant negativity that swarms your mind or the constant burning sensations of your old scars. You wished you could just tell someone your problems but you couldn’t. Things were already stressful enough at the prison and you didn’t want to make things more stressful for whoever would listen. You sometimes wish to just end your misery, to just the gun to your head and pull that trigger; you always faltered when trying. You could only stuff these emotions in a bottle.

The only thing that is really keeping you going through all these negative things was one person. Daryl Dixon. He may seem tough and stoic, but he is a real sweetheart and knew how to always lighten your day. He always told you a funny joke every day, made sure to give you a plate of food, he always called you sunshine, and he always made sure to check up on you every night. You could only dream for him to ever like you back but you constantly remind yourself, ’No one would love me…I am just a mess…’

You sat in your bed in your small cell; causally reading a book Daryl had found on one his runs. You mark the page and carefully set the book down. You begin to stare into space, thinking of yourself; not realizing tears started falling from your (eye color) eyes. You thought about your past life, the mistakes you constantly make in this horrid life, your appearance; everything. Your mind kept picking up all your flaws and faults (even though there aren’t many) and you couldn’t help a sob from coming out. You clamped your hands over your mouth; the bottle of emotions is finally cracking. The tears wouldn’t stop flowing and your body wouldn’t stop shaking, you hated when the bottle would break and over flow.

It was hard to breath with your hands over your mouth, really hard, but it’s the only way to keep someone from hearing you break down. You hear a cough from the entrance to your cell and you see Daryl there; his beautiful blue eyes wide with shock. He darted from the entrance to in front of you and placed both his calloused hands onto your shoulders as he stared into your tear-y eyes.

“Sunshine, what’s the matter?” Worry could be heard in his voice. You couldn’t reply without your voice cracking or keep your sentences clear. “Come ‘ere. Let it out.” The redneck pulled you into a hug while your body racketed with sobs. You cried into his shoulder, returning his hug as well. Daryl rubbed circles into your back gently while you sobbed and hiccupped into his shoulder; he whispered sweet nothings into your ears. You started to calm down after what seemed like hours and reluctantly broke away from him. “What’s wrong, sunshine?” You avoided his eyes in shame. “No need to be ashamed, (Name). Please let me help.”

“Why do you care? I am just a disappointment.” You whispered and unconsciously wrap your arms around yourself. “I’m not attractive; my body is littered with scars, suicide and negative thoughts are always on my mind!” More tears somehow fell out. “I make constant mistakes and I always screw things up, Daryl. I should just die-“You were cut off with Daryl smashing his lips to yours; your eyes were wide in shock but you melted into the kiss. One his hands found its way into your (hair color) locks. This was strong, powerful, and full of passion and love; just like you’d imagine it would be.

“Don’t you dare say those things about yourself, (Name). You have scars? Everybody’s got ‘em. Everybody makes mistakes, everyone does and you don’t always screw up. You are beautiful and from the little conversations we’ve had I can tell you have a great personality.” He gushed. Daryl’s hand moved from your hair and rested on you cheek. You finally were able to look into his sky blue eyes and you could see different emotions swimming around. “(Name)…I love you. You’re really the first person I’ve said this too.”

“I…I love you too, Daryl. Thank you so much.” You cracked a small smile, negative thoughts quickly leaving.

“Anything for you, sunshine.” And that night, the two of you laid on the bed in your cell, cuddling.