Daryl Dixon Imagines

Steal my way to your Heart

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You slowly stalked to Daryl’s stash of clothes he kept in the prison. You gave a quick look around to make sure no one was round to see you, and carefully slid your prize out of his pile of things. You tucked the knife into your boot and made your way back out to the courtyard, a triumphant grin on your face.

This game started with a truly innocent beginning. When you arrived at the prison, it was such a relief. Everyone was welcoming. You got along with most and since the prison was pretty big, it was easy to ignore the ones you didnt like so much. Keeping busy was the most important thing, so you made fast friends with Carol. She was kind of a badass and you looked up to her. You were learning a lot just from watching her deal with people and situations. But she always had something for you to do and you were greatful for that.

One day, Carol came by your cell to ask if you wanted to help out with a run. And of course you agreed, it sounded kind of thrilling. But you didnt have any weapons to speak of. Anytime you worked the fences, you just used a piece of pipe or a tire iron that stayed with the fence. You told her this and she left for a moment. She came back with a hunting knife and a smirk.

“Hey, that’s awesome. Is this yours?” You asked looking it over.

“Uuhh no. It’s a friends. You can borrow it until you get back.” She said, a little suspiciously with a shrug.

“Oh yeah? Who’s is it?” You asked with a flat look, seeing through her fib.

“Its Daryl’s, no big deal.” She said with another shrug and wave of her hand.

“Ew! The squirrel guy?” You pushed the knife back at her. “No way, that guy’s a jerk, he’ll be pissed.” She didnt take the knife from you, but turned to go instead.

“Don’t worry, you’ll need it. Don’t be late.” She said and disappeared. You decided you were more afraid of Carol instead of Daryl, so you did what you were told.

The run went surprisingly well. You got some good supplies and that knife really did come in handy more than a few times. You were in the yard unloading the new goods, when you saw Daryl Dixon making his way to you in an intense stride. All you could you do was watch the man. You didn’t realize how imposing he really was until you saw his glare on you. He walked up to you until you were almost toe to toe and held his hand out expectantly.

“Give it back.” He grunted out.

You knew exactly what he was talking about, but his intensity kept you frozen. All you could do was stammer for a response. His eyes were so damn blue..

“I..the..”

He half scoffed, half grunted, and began to go through your jacket. He pulled one side of your jacket open jerking your body in the process. He easily found his knife in the pocket. That snapped you out of your stupor instantly. Who the hell is this guy to manhandle you like that?

“Hey! Fucking watch it! Carol was the one who lent it to me in the first place, it’s not like I stole it!”

He was unfazed by your anger or your words, and shoved his face uncomfortably close to yours.

“Don’t ya touch my shit again.” And with that he made his way back the main building.

“Yeah don’t fucking worry, I won’t! I probably got scabies from the damn thing anyway!” You yelled at him from across the yard. You quickly realized people were watching this exchange, so you tried to compose yourself and finish the task at hand. You knew you weren’t done with this asshole.