Daryl Dixon Imagines

Not You

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Staying at the prison didn’t feel right without Daryl. Ever since you joined the group, it was always you and Daryl going on runs together and fighting walkers–it truly was the two of you against the world. And that saying became even more serious when you and Daryl became romantically involved with one another.

Right now, it was you, Beth, Carol, Hershel, Carl, Axel, and the baby. Rick, along with the others, went out to rescue Maggie and Glenn. You didn’t know what to expect when they all arrived, but something told you that not all of them would show up. That’s how it always was. You learned to not expect so much as time went on. But you always expected Daryl, and he always expected you.

Often you thought about how you first met Daryl Dixon, and now you find it funny at how intimidated he made you feel, when really he’s the softest person you think you’ve ever met. Daryl had a strong exterior look, and while yes he was a tough person, inside he had many feelings he never told people about, that was, until he met you. But it wasn’t so easy in the beginning–it was hard for him to open up to you, but as the world got darker and the two of you got closer, he wondered how he had gotten so deep into the darkness and survived for this long. It was because you were his light that lead him through all of it.

[Back at Hershel’s farm]

Daryl had went on a run by himself without telling anyone. You figured it out by the blood and dirt that covered his face and body when he came back, not to mention a few cuts. He stomped right past you and it looked like he was grabbing more weapons. Something was wrong.

“Daryl,” you called his name. He ignored you and took a handful of carved arrows, putting them in the bag that slung over his back.

“Daryl,” you repeated. Daryl turned around defensively,

“What?”

You stepped closer to him, “what are you doing?”

“The hell does it look like I’m doing,” he replied and turned around again. You moved in front of him and blocked him from the weapons,

“Daryl, you’re covered in blood and you’re hurt. What the hell happened?”

“What always happens, just a bunch of fuckin’ walkers. Get out of out my way.”

You reached up to check on his face for wounds and he whipped your hands away.

“Leave me alone,” he said. For a while, Daryl would let you get close to him and help fix his wounds. Those were the best parts of your day: it would just be you and him, sitting in comfortable silence, as you helped his cuts. His sudden distance from you was making you upset, but you remembered that Daryl wasn’t too fond of expressing his feelings. You still didn’t have a clear idea on how he felt about you, but you were sure it had to be something.

You sighed, “you’ll know where I’ll be when you decide to tell me whatever it is.”

You walked around him and let him be. Daryl looked over his shoulder, wishing you would be the one to confront him when he’s ready to talk.

Later that night you were sitting in your tent with a lamp on, reading a book that Hershel let you borrow. You tried to focus on the book, but your mind couldn’t stop thinking about Daryl. You knew he had trouble with talking about his feelings, but there was no denying that there was something between the two of you. You expected him to react like this but you only hoped you’d both find a way to each other in that sense. You weren’t so fond of talking about feelings either, but admitting them was a different story. You couldn’t ignore the fact that you cared for Daryl.