Daryl Dixon Imagines

Heaven

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“(Y/N),” Daryl called, his voice slightly rougher than usual. Your head snapped back, looking straight at the blue-eyed man. “Come ‘ere.” 

Confusion slipped into your mind, your head tilting to the right with furrowed brows. Daryl nibbled on his thumb, anticipating your arrival. Quickly you excused yourself from the previous conversation you were a part of, telling Mason you’d be back in a moment. 

He nodded awkwardly, his mouth opening and closing but no words left. With another nod, he sighed loudly. You gave him a soft smile before walking to Daryl’s side, giving him an odd glance. 

“Uh,” You began, looking his nervous figure up and down before leaning on one hip. “What’s up?” 

“Just–” He shook his head, “Don’t talk to him.” The grunt left his lips, his arm extending to grab yours and pull you away, but you slightly pushed him back. 

“Pfft,” You scoffed, “Why not? He’s my friend.” 

“I don’t trust him.” 

“Why not? He’s proved himself to us, he’s not a bad guy.” You fought back, feeling somewhat defensive of Mason. 

Daryl grunted, shaking his head as he mumbled softly, “Whatever.” 

“No– why are you acting this way?” You pulled him back, raising your voice a bit. 

“I ain’t acting like anything.” Daryl growled, his face nearing yours. Suddenly he snapped his arm back, ripping it out of your gentle grasp. “Don’t fuckin’ touch me, girl.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You ran into his way, stopping him without any real physical contact. Daryl looked down to the ground, trying to contain his anger. 

“It’s nothin’, go back to your prince.” 

“My prince? What the–” You stopped mid-sentence, eyes going wide with realization. “Oh my god.” You whispered, a small smirk growing on your face. “You’re jealous!” 

“I ain’t jealous.” Daryl blushed softly, sniffling as he stomped away. You chased after him, slightly smiling. 

“Jesus, Daryl. I’m not into him like that. If I wanted to be with him, I wouldn’t be with you.” You tried, pulling him back once more. He looked you in the eyes, slightly worried at his emotions overflowing. “I love you, just you. Ok?” 

“(Y/N), I ain’t good enough–” 

“No. Daryl don’t say that.” You shook your head, mouth slightly ajar. You pulled his face closer to yours, your slightly cold hands resting on his warm cheeks. The wind brushed against your exposed skin, leaves rustling in the distance. “You’re my little piece of heaven. I love you to death.”

He nodded softly, giving you a hint of a smile.

“I love you too.”