Daryl Dixon Imagines

Like a roller coaster

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Sitting in that old chair with your elbows on the table inside that dirty little cabin, the deep words of the book you had in front of you talking about marriage caught you as you watched the ring on your finger. The golden color remained. Daryl and you had been married months before the world had fallen, but even though you were married, you knew that he still kept some things for himself. Little secrets that lived inside him but that seemed to be nothing compared to the things he did to keep you safe. You were always his number 1 on his priority list.

“Somethin’ is wrong with yer ring?” Daryl closed the door of the cabin holding a box with glass jars, and he walked to the table and set the box on top of it. “So?”

“No.” You said sincerely and looked at the box. “Tell me that’s water.”

Daryl chuckled and sat down in the chair in front of you on the other side of the table.

“No, woman. I found ‘em in the shed, they were very well hidden. Ya never heard of moonshine?”

“I only know beer.” You leaned against the back of the chair. “Does it taste just as bad as the other drinks?”

Daryl regarded you with malice.

“It tastes a lot worse. Wanna try it?”

At least he was being honest. You had already tried other drinks because the point was to try: tequila, whiskey, beer, but they all tasted just bad.

“All right.” You shrugged. Daryl chuckled because he knew what was to come, but he still took an empty glass jar and filled it a little with that liquid that looked harmless and misleading. You took it and raised it to smell the strong scense that made your nose wrinkle in disgust. “Cheers.”

You took a sip holding your breath and the liquid slid down your tongue, your throat and finally all the way down, heating everything on the way to your stomach. You grimaced and left the glass jar on the table while you breathed again.

Daryl chuckled.

“How was it?”

The strong heat ran through your entire body making you feel a tickle in the stomach.

“It tastes awful, and I feel a strange heat in parts of my body.”

Daryl smiled slightly, rubbing his finger against his lower lip.

“Tell me if ya feel that heat in the part of your body in which I’m thinkin’ about, maybe I can help ya get rid of it.”

You laughed. A drink of that liqueur and you already felt your cheeks red and the fire in your body. You tolerated alcohol well, but the first sip was always something shocking until your body became accustomed to it. That’s why a funny memory popped into your mind.

“Do you want to play a game? We can use this poison as punishment.”

Daryl looked at you curiously and rested his elbows on the table

“What kind of game?”

“Well… I say something I have never done, and if you have, you drink, and if you have not, I drink. Then we changed… What?”