Guardian Angel (Daryl Dixon)

We're Not Together

"You goin soft of me now? Cause of that slut?" We could all hear Merle and Daryl arguing from the dinning area, but we pretended we couldn't.

I flinched at the word Merle chose, Maggie put her hand on my shoulder to show support. Since arriving at the prison Maggie has become a great friend, like a female Glenn.

"She ain't a slut and I ain't soft. I'm sayin that you need to calm down, if you get kicked out I ain't leavin with you!" A lot of commotion came after that, followed by a brief silence, and then stomping down the hallway.

Daryl turned the corner giving us all a grim stare. Maggie, Beth, a few of the new Woodbury group, and Carl turned their heads down avoiding his gaze. Smart people.

Daryl noticed me still staring, "Got somethin to say?" I shook my head and watched him leave the area, probably to go take his frustration out on fence walkers.

"How do you put up with that?" A women originally from Woodbury asked, her name was Trisha I think.

"What do you mean?"
"Well, you two are together right? How do you put up with his outbursts?"

"We're not.. No. We're not together." My face turned beat red, apparently word about our kiss has traveled to the Woodbury people. I glanced at Carl and he turned his head, trying to look innocent.

"Oh, well I know a few women that'll be happy to hear that." Trisha grinned, standing up from the table and leaving the same direction Daryl had went. I stared after her in disbelief, I ran after her, not really sure what I would say or do.

I stood on the concrete watching the Woodbury women strut over to Daryl, who was in fact stabbing walkers through the fence. I could only see them, but I silently wished I could hear what Daryl said to her because a few moments later Trisha strutted away.

I headed over there, taking my machete off my back to help him kill the fence walkers and be somewhat discrete about why I was coming over.

"You ok?" My question hung in the air for a minute. I thought maybe he didn't hear me so I directed my gaze to the dead walkers laying on the ground before looking back up at him. Daryl had sweat beating down his face, his muscles looked incredible as he stabbed another lady walker. Then again his muscles looked incredible all the time.

"Are ya checking me out?" He turned to look at me with a small smirk on his perfect face. I've seriously got it bad for this man.
"No?"
Daryl smirked taking a few strides towards me, my heart quickened as I watched him near me. My breath hitched in my throat as his large hand gently made contact with my cheek.

"I'm alright." Daryl said quietly staring intensely into my green eyes with his piercing blue ones.
"What did Trisha want?" I suddenly asked, trying not to show him how much her wanting Daryl affected me. Although we weren't together, I felt like there was something here that I didn't want anyone to ruin it.

"Is that her name? Huh." He said shrugging nonchalantly tucking a stray hair behind my ear. This affectionate Daryl was going to send me into cardiac arrest if he doesn't stop. "I don't know, she just started talkin bout stupid stuff. Why are ya jealous?" The famous Dixon smirk fell back on his face and I inwardly groaned.

"No." I might have said to quickly. Something flashed through Daryl's perfect face and he suddenly moved away from me and turned his attention back to the undead.

"You should go do somethin useful instead of botherin me." Wait what?

"What?" His attitude made me cringe, what happened to the Daryl I had just witnessed. Was it so difficult for him to show some sort of emotion without turning into a complete ass afterwards?

"Ya heard me."

Rolling my eyes I left without another word and headed to the main area where we all eat, do laundry etc.

Daryl's POV

I felt bad after I watched Sam stomp away, her long legs rushing to get away from me. I couldn't blame her, I was a complete ass. When I realized she was jealous over some girl throwing herself at me, I knew this couldn't go on any further.

Letting her in was terrifying, when she was around all I wanted to do was hold her and leave soft kisses on her delicate face. When she wasn't around all I thought about was what she was doing and where she was. This relationship or whatever it is was going to get us both killed. Not only that, being exposed and opening up to someone isn't exactly what I wanted to do. So I pushed her away without even really trying.

I looked back up to the lone walker trying to munch on my flesh. "You're an ugly bitch ain't ya?" The undead women moaned as she chomped down on the fence trying to get to me. Glancing in the direction Sam went, I quickly pierced the walkers skull and left.

The new women from Woodbury found me again not a minute later. Damn crazy people. "So I was thinking." Her shrill voice hit my ears like a speeding train. Here we go again. Sam stood behind the counter smiling with Carol and helping her make something.

"Ya." I finally said when she stood impatiently waiting for some sort of reply.

"We should hook up."
I stared wide eyed at the short frail person in front of me. She tugged her long blonde hair to one side and twirled it around her fingers.

"Uh, I got a girl." I said without exactly thinking of my actions.

"Who?!" She demanded following my gaze. "Sam? She said you two weren't together." My heart sank a bit as I watched her laugh at something Carol had said.

I don't answer the troll like girl and walked away from her. Why did that sting so much? We weren't together, but did I want to be?

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-Sam!