Daryl Dixon & Norman Reedus Imagines/Oneshots

Daryl - Jealousy

Quick A/N: the first few imagines on here are re-worked and have been improved massively from my old imagines book on my retired account (@idjitjerk). If you'd like to request an imagine just leave a comment! This book does contain 'adult' content which might be triggering to some readers but it will be put in bold before the imagines start, enjoy!

imagine Daryl getting jealous because Rick is comforting you over the death of your grandad.

Day 8.

It's been eight days without your grandad Arnold, he died from a heart attack whilst clearing out a cell block; he was the only member family you had left since the beginning of all of this, and now he's gone.

You felt devastated and cheated, you escaped the CDC and Hershel's farm together and to lose him now infuriated and broke you.

His voice still as clear as a silver bell rang in your head, the memories of him were still clear as day.

Your grandfather's body rested on a stretcher in the empty visitation room prisoners would use, you kissed his head and pulled the white sheet over him.

"Thank you for taking up the role as my mother, as my father, my best friend and everything in between." You spoke to him "I'll never forget you and our memories, ever."

Hearing the door open behind you, you looked over your shoulder and smiled when you noticed Rick came to see you.

Rick put his arm around you "Are you feeling any better?" he asked.

Your vision went blurry from all the tears that formed in your eyes "I'm not handling this well at all." You explained, "Missing him is very painful; I really thought he had a chance in this world." Rick pulled you into a hug.

You and Rick didn't always see eye to eye in the beginning but after looking after his son Carl and being with Lori in her final moments the two of you became closer, Rick became the older brother you needed and never had before all this.

"You're a strong girl. He died without the cause being a bite or a scratch, as far as anyone's concerned he won against this new world and our way of living." He smiled reasurring you, kissing your head.

Hearing the door creak behind you, Rick and you broke from the hug and turned to see Daryl stood in the doorway scowling at the two of you.

Realising that he walked in at the wrong moment you called out for Daryl to wait but he stormed off, hurrying out of the cellblock you ran after him.

"Daryl, wait." You repeated, you couldn't have him over react over grabbing them wrong end of the stick.

He turned around to face you. "What d'you want y/n? Am I not enough for y'." He glared at you.

"He was comforting me, Daryl, I can't just magically stop grieving. " You sighed, not being able to understand how Daryl could be so insensitive towards you.

You grabbed Daryl's arm so he would stop for a moment to listen to you but Daryl wasn't having it. Until he caught one specific word.

"Grieving? What d'you mean? What happened?" He asked, starting to calm down from his earlier outburst, Daryl's eyes searched yours.

It had only just dawned on you that Daryl has been away during the time you lost your grandfather, he had no idea.

"The day after you left for your supply run last week, Arnold decided to clean out the bigger cellblock with me and he had a sudden heart attack. The room Rick and I were in had his body on a stretcher... he's gone..." you explained, still feeling the raw pain like it had only happened yesterday.

Daryl stared at you and pulled you into his chest, his hand stroked your hair and you teared up once again, gripping onto him tightly.

"I'm sorry, I just saw you n Rick, thought the wrong thing... I didn't even know, I weren't even there." He apologised.

You snuggled into Daryl's chest and nodded "It's okay, just bad timing I suppose when it comes to stuff like this."

Daryl propped your head up with his index finger and kissed you softly. "I'll go n make a cross for him, y comin?"

You looked into his ocean blue eyes and nodded, "Yeah, Thank you Daryl."

The two of you walked across the outside of the prison to your grandfathers soon to be grave.

"I love you, Daryl."

"I love y' too."