Daryl Dixon (One Shots)

7 Years

You tread carefully through the trees, trying not to step on anything sharp but still failing miserably as your feet continued to gain splinters and cuts. You couldn't decide which was worse, being barefoot, or being in your three-inch stiletto heels. But the heels made a perfect weapon for killing the monsters that seemed to have taken over the planet.

You turned as you heard a snarling sound, seeing a rotting corpse stumble towards you, another one not far behind it. You sighed and grabbed the monster by its throat, quickly plunging your heel through its skull.

The next one reached for you and before you could turn and grab it, it had you on the ground. "Fuck!" You yelled as you wrestled around with it on the forest floor. You finally were able to flip it over and get it on its back. You reached for your heel and began to repeatedly hit it in the skull. Blood splattered everywhere, covering your face and white blouse as you bludgeoned the creature to death.

When you were sure it was dead you relaxed, letting your shoe fall to the ground as you fell to the side next to the body. Your breathing was heavy. You stared up at the forest's canopy as you tried to catch your breath.

You quickly grabbed your heel and stood to your feet when you heard a rustling of leaves. You were ready to fight. You were always ready to fight.

To your surprise, it wasn't a walker. You heard voices. It was people. You hadn't seen another person since all of this started. You stood still as the footsteps got closer to you.

You felt relief wash over you as you looked at the people that stood before you. "No way..." You said with a smile as you ran and jumped into Ricks' arms. "Holy shit! I thought I'd never see you guys again!" You said happily as you reached for Shane, pulling him into the embrace.

Rick put you back on the ground and held you by your shoulders, taking in the sight of you. "Ya been out here by yourself this whole time?" He asked surprised.

You nodded, offering a half smile and a shrug. "Just me and my shoes!" You chuckled, holding up your heels. It was a well-known fact back at the police station that you were addicted to shoes. It was rare you wore the same pair twice.

"Well, I'll be damned." Shane chuckled.

Your eyes flickered over to the man that stood slightly behind them. He was muscular, dirty, with shaggy brown hair. He had a crossbow slung over his shoulder and he refused to make direct eye contact as he chewed on his thumb.

"Oh, Y/N, this is Daryl. Daryl, Y/N." Rick introduced you and you offered a small smile. "She used to work with us back at the station, she was our secretary," Rick explained.

"Hey," Daryl mumbled under his breath, obviously not a man of many words. You cocked your head to the side as you took in the sight of him, making him uncomfortable. Something about him turned you on.

You looked back at Rick and Shane, "Do you guys have a place to stay?"

"We found a farm, two miles that way," Rick told you. "Let's get ya back there and into some jeans 'er something. I don't think a pencil skirt is the best for fightin' off the dead." He chuckled as he motioned to your ripped up, grey skirt.

You sighed in relief, "Thanks so much!" Shane offered to carry you on his back and you gladly accepted. There was no way your feet were going to make it two more miles.

Everyone at the farm was so kind. You got a shower, some food, some regular clothes, and you got to meet all of the members of Rick's group. You already knew Lori and Carl of course, and you couldn't be happier to see them.

After dinner was over and the sun finished setting, the group sat around the small fire they had built, making small talk and telling stories to keep Carl and Beth entertained.