Daryl Dixon Imagines

Daryl Dixon x Reader

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Y/Ns POV

I wasn’t at the lineup when Glenn and Abraham were killed. Instead I was at Alexandria, looking after my daughter, Y/D/N  Dixon. It broke my heart  to hear about what Negan had done to  a my friends, but what made me angry was the fact that he had my boyfriend. Rick told me that Negan had taken Daryl because he ‘likes him’. I had no idea what he was going to do to Daryl….I didn’t know if I was ever going to see him again…the worst part of it all was the fact that my daughter was constantly questioning where Daryl was and if I’m honest I had no idea what to say to her; I mean how can you tell a five year old that he father has been taken by a psychopath?

Time skip-a few days after the lineup

“How are you doing, Y/N?” Rick asked,he came round to check up on my daughter and I and make sure we were okay.

“Fine.. Considering what’s going on.” I said taking a smile.

“How’s Y/D/N?” He questioned, and that’s when my smile faltered and I let out a sigh.

“She doesn’t understand what’s going on, Rick, she’s too young to, all she knows is that Daryls not here.” I said as I ran a hand through my hair.

“We’ll get him back,Y/N, I promise” he said looking straight into my eyes, I just nodded, knowing that this was hard for him too, him and Daryl were like brothers.

“Morning mummy, morning Uncle Rick” Y/D/N chirped as she ran down​the stairs and into the living room to sit next to the window.

“Morning” Rick and I replied in unison. Rick shot me a questioning​ look at my daughter’s actions.

“She keeps sitting there waiting for Daryl…” I whispered

“Maybe daddy will come back today, mummy” she said not taking her eyes away from the widow. I let out a sigh and Rick put his hand on my shoulder giving it a light squeeze and giving me a reassuring smile, before leaving the house so I could explain to my daughter what was going on…

“Honey can you come here for a minute” I asked patting next tongue empty space on the sofa.

“But I don’t wanna miss daddy, he’ll be home soon” she argued.

“Y/D/N, please” I asked again, my voice a little sterner than before. She slowly moved away from window to sit next to me on the sofa.

“Right, sweetheart, I don’t know when daddy is gonna be coming back” I started, I saw the  smile that was once on her face morph into a confused expression “When daddy went away with Uncle Rick and the others, they came across some mean men” I took a deep breath trying to keep myself calm, thoughts about Glenn and Abraham popping into my head. “They took daddy away, to do some work for them.” I finished, a single tear falling down my cheek. Which is when Y/D/N wrapped her arms around my neck and hugged me.

“Daddy will come back, he always does,” she whispered in my ear. I hugged her back kissing the side of her head, she was right, we’ve been separated from each other before and every single time we’ve found each other again, Daryls​ the strongest person I know….he could make it through this…He’d come back to us.

Time skip-a few days after that

Y/D/N was still sitting next to the window, waiting for Daryl to come home; after everything that has happened, she still has hope in her eyes, and that’s what keeps me hanging on to the slither of hope that he’ll be home soon. I was in the kitchen when I heard Y/D/N run from her seat on the window.