Daryl Dixon Imagines

Feisty One

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You were trembling. You never thought you’d be so scared in your life; you weren’t just scared, you were petrified. Hair clung to your forehead from sweat and a gun was pointed at your back.

You didn’t want to think about what was going to happen next. You just wanted to stop everything and rewind, make things alright. Time seemed to go on too slow. The waiting only heightened your fear.

Adrenaline pumped through you and you could feel your heart pound within you, sounding so loud in your ears that you barely heard a thing.

And then it felt like your heart stopped altogether. Daryl was pulled from the car. You gasped at his appearance. His neck and shoulder was drenched in blood. His blood. He was weak, barely able to sit up; you saw the life being drained from him and it took all you had not to jump up and run to him.

He looked to you as he was forced to his knees. You almost sobbed then and there but you couldn’t. You had to be strong and show no fear, a lesson your husband who now looked on the verge of dying taught you.

You sat on your knees, praying to God or whoever was out there to get Daryl out of there alive. You didn’t pray often, believing that if something so good was up there in the sky, they would’ve stopped the havoc on earth. But now, you were desperate for anything to cling on to.

Tremors racked your body and you could feel your anxiety go over the bar. It took everything you had not to pass out then and there. You glanced to your ring Daryl gave you. It was gorgeous but not too much. He picked it himself and proposed not even three weeks prior to where you were now. You didn’t even get to enjoy your eloping for long. You were now going to be possibly dead before the hour is up.

The ring was covered in blood along with the rest of your hand, leaving cracks of red along your pale skin, much like the ones you felt on your heart.

“Let’s meet the man.”

You froze and your eyes darted to the trailer.

“We pissin’ our pants yet?” The man walked out of the trailer and looked at all of you. “Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close. Yep, it’s gonna be pee-pee pants city here real soon.”

He walked in front of the line of your family. His hair was graying and had a slight scruff. He seemed so… Unfazed by the fact that he had a whole group of people trembling in terror in front of him. He cockily stood there, watching your group.

Soon enough he was talking to Rick, telling him how we shouldn’t have killed his men. You tried to listen, but the blood in your veins seemed to be pumping louder, feeling like your heart was in your ears.

“…So now,” he said, bringing up a bat wrapped in barbed wire in your leader’s face, “I’m going to beat the holy hell out of one of you.”

He walked down the line, most of your group avoiding his gaze. You looked him dead in the eye, mustering up the most resentful glare you could in your moment of fear. He smirked at you and you could see Daryl tense.

He suggested Maggie but Glenn ran out of line, scrambling to protect her.

He stopped in front of Carl who was just as ballsy as you were. He downright stared at him with hatred burning in his good eye.

He paced, stopping in front of everyone. But when he faced Daryl you broke.

You whimpered a small “no” and he turned to look at you and then looked back to Daryl.

“Ah!” He said, laughing, “I see now. Your his, what, wife?” He made his way towards you and you could see Daryl staring at you with desperation, probably cursing you for drawing attention to yourself. He was straining to stay in place as Negan stood in front of you.

“Your a feisty one, aren’t you? I like it,” he said squatting to be face to face with you. You didn’t back down; your eyes shined with fury, all directed at him. “Look, boys! Ho! She’s a wild one!” Your group uncomfortably shifted and tears ran down Daryl’s cheeks. “Maybe I should just put him out now, don’t you think?”

“No,” you snarled, your vision becoming blurred from oncoming tears.

He laughed at you. “I think I will.”

“No! Not him!”

“Maybe I should just kill you then.”

Negan chuckled at your change in character. He got closer to you still speaking loud enough for everyone to hear. “You’re weak. You won’t last long, sweetheart.”

He stood and continued to pace. “Everybody’s at the table waiting for me to order. I simply cannot decide.” He smiled wickedly. “I got an idea.”

“Eeny, meeny, miney…”