Daryl Dixon Imagines

Trapped

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Your P.O.V.

I took a deep breath and wiped the sweat that built up on my forehead after I finished helping Hershel with farming. “Need help with anything else Hershel?” I asked, wiping my hands on a rag. He smiled sweetly at me. “No dear, you’ve helped enough. Thank you.” Hershel smiled and so did I. “Okay then, hollar if you need me.” I said and went back inside the prison.

I washed my hands and freshened up a bit, feeling dirty after the hard work. I walked out of the restrooms and went back outside. I looked all around the prison and I couldn’t help but smile. We’ve made so much progress in these last few months. This feels like an actual safe place. An actual home. Well, as homely as you can make of a prison in the midst of the apocalypse. My best friend, Maggie, waved at me as her and Glenn walked hand in hand to the guard tower.

I smiled and waved back. I’ve been with this group since the farm. I met them when I was in the woods, searching for food and anything really. I was at this quarry when I met Daryl. He was seriously injured and I bandaged him up as best I could and took him to his camp. They let me join the group after hearing what I did for Daryl and ever since then, we’ve all grown closer and become a family. But if I had to pick one person I’m really close to, it’s Daryl.

Ever since I saved him, we just kept getting closer and closer. He actually let me in and talked to me. He’s my best friend. I could go to him for pretty much everything. When I was angry, depressed, scared, or just needed someone to be there, he was there and vice versa. I felt my heart skip a beat, thinking about Daryl. Daryl’s a pretty tough guy. Scary even, if you don’t know him. But with me, with us, he’s nice. Gentle. Caring. Even if he doesn’t want to admit it… Or show it too much.

I felt my heart ache. If only I could tell him how I feel…

I was pulled from my thoughts by that gruff voice I’ve grown to love.

“Hey.” I heard from behind me.

I turned around and smiled at Daryl.

“Hey Darebear.”

I know he doesn’t like that nickname but I loved teasing him with it. Daryl gave me a look. “Stop… Anyways, what are ye doin standin out here?” Daryl asked. I turned back around and glanced at the prison before turning back to Daryl and shrugging.

“I don’t know… Just thinking.”

“About?”

Daryl re-adjusted his crossbow on his back.

“Just about how amazing the place is coming along… And how lucky we are right to have it…”

Daryl nodded.

“… Do you think it’ll last? This place?” I asked Daryl. I saw him look around the prison then my eyes, his eyes scanning over my own. “With all this shit with the govenor… I don’t know…” Daryl said. I nodded.

He’s got a point. The governor could be out there right now for all we know, waiting to kill us… “But even if somethin happens…, we’ll find somewhere else… Always do.” Daryl added and I raised an eyebrow at him. “Well you’re optimistic.” I said. “Learned from you.” Daryl said. I felt a smile come across my face. I taught him to be optomistic? “Really? Me?” I asked, kind of not believing it.

He stared at me and nodded. “After the farm… Didn’t think we’d ever find a place like that again… But ye’ were optimistic… Said we’d find some place… Now we got this…” Daryl said. “Wow… I taught the Daryl Dixon something… Would you look at that!” I teased and Daryl smiled and shook his head. “And a smile?! Woah! It’s gonna rain.” He nudged me and I giggled.