Daryl Dixon Imagines

Fighting

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“I told you I don’t do romance so why exactly are you mad at me right now?”, Daryl growls dangerously at you while you pack up some guns in your bag for the run you are about to take with Rosita and Spencer.You can’t even quite remember the subject of your argument but things heated up pretty quickly between you and Daryl, leading to screaming and fighting.“I KNOW! You made that pretty clear.”, you yell at him before going to the bathroom, looking for your hairbrush.

You don’t even need your hairbrush on a run but you have to keep yourself busy or otherwise you will freak out.Daryl is still standing in the door frame from your bedroom, watching every move you make.“Than why are you mad at me?”, he asks again and you just throw your hairbrush into the bag before turning around to him.“Because I had that stupid image in my head that you might let feelings in. That you might be able to say that you love me. But you can’t. I get that know.So keep doing your thing, stuff your feelings in and - god forbid – don’t ever let anybody in. I’m out of here.”, you pick up your bag and make your way to the door, pushing Daryl away before heading downstairs.He doesn’t hesitate because he doesn’t want to. Deep inside he knows you’re right but he just can’t bring himself to tell you that.“Fine. Leave. And don’t mind not coming back.”, you can hear him scream from above before he shuts down the door loudly and you wince before you take on last look around your house.You never wanted things to end the way they do now but you can’t keep living with Daryl without knowing how much he is ready to invest into your relationship.

But then it hits you.

You think about everything the two of you have been through and there is no way in hell you’re giving up on this relationship.Angry you throw you bag away and run upstairs back to him.

You push open the door and cross your arms in front of your body as you see him sitting on the edge of the bed.

“So that’s it, huh? Instead of figuring this out you just break things off with me?”, you shake your head in disbelief and when Daryl doesn’t answer, you angrily punch against the wall.

“Are you gonna say ANYTHING or are you just gonna sit there and be miserable? You know what? If Merle was still alive, he’d kick your ass.”, you look at him but with your last word, he shoots up.

“Shut your little mouth, you hear me? Ain’t you gonna say anything about my brother. You know shit.”, he growls and you take a step closer while still looking at him in anger.

“I know enough to know that he’d be mad at you for being so whipped. He’d tell you to man up.”, you say and Daryl takes a deep breath before he walks backwards.

“I can’t belive you right now. STILL not saying anything?”, I yell and suddenly Daryl lashes torwards me and I immeditaly frown because I’m caught by surprise.

The thought of him hurting me never crossed my mind, not once but right now, he really scared me.

The look in his eyes and his anger makes me twitch and I cross my arms in front of me in defense.

“What…what are you doing?”, Daryl looks at me terryfied and takes a step backwards so I can led down my guard.

“Did you…you thought I was gonna hurt you?”, he whispers and his voice breaks, which again leads me to feel horrible about my reaction.

“No..I mean…I know you won’t hurt me. You just caught me off guard.”, I try to explain but Daryl shakes his head before he sits down on the bed and burries his face in his hands.

Tears start filling my eyes and I walk over to him and go on my knees to look at his hurtful face.

“Listen to me, Daryl. I wasn’t sacred of you. Not once. You hear me? You could never scare or hurt me.”, I whisper and take his hands into mine.

“You mean that?”

“Yes. I just didn’t excpect you to react.”, I chuckle and he joins in before he gives me a soft kiss.

“I’m sorry about the fight. It was stupid.”

“It’s fine. We’re okay, right?”

“Yeah.”