Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Fifty One| Something To Take With You

🌱Kristina🌱

I'm woken up by Daryl's warm body shifting closer in his sleep. I open my eyes as the weak sunlight comes in through the curtains. I squint against it and roll over, only for Daryl to pull me against him.

I look up at him, his eyes are closed, his chest rising and falling slowly with sleep. I smile at his peaceful face and tuck strands of his hair behind his ear. I move closer and rest my head on the pillow, listening to his steady breathing.

Eventually, I begin to doze off again only for someone to run their fingers through my hair. I open my eyes as they press their lips to the spot behind my ear that makes me shiver slightly, I feel his lips smirk against my skin.

He pulls away and I look up at him. He smiles down at me and I return it. "Mornin', Kristi."

"Morning, Daryl," I say as I stretch out one of my legs. "Sleep okay?"

"Better than I have in a long time. You?"

"I sleep better when you're with me." I give him a sympathetic look. A lot of the things Negan did to Daryl, really did mess with him. It's been weeks since we last saw Negan. But that hasn't stopped us from going after his men.

We've been going from outpost to outpost taking out his men, one by one. With the help of Dwight of course. I place my hand on his cheek, brushing my thumb across his skin. He leans into my touch and I lean forward pressing my forehead to his, just like he did all that time ago at the prison, closing my eyes.

"I feel the same. I've never felt safer than when I'm with you. Even in the middle of chaos, it's always bearable when you're beside me."

"I love you," he whispers to me and I smile. "I love you, too." I press my lips to his as he wraps his arms around me. I'm always pleasantly shocked at how warm his lips feel against mine when we kiss. Eventually, I force myself to pull away and take a breath.

"I think we need to get ready."

"Yeah, got jobs to do." He pulls away from me and I sit up, throwing the covers off me. I go to the closet while he goes to the dresser. I open the doors and grab two shirts and two pairs of jeans. I turn just as Daryl tosses some socks at me, which I catch.

Then I toss him his jeans and a black button-up shirt. He catches them and starts getting dressed. I take off my camisole and pajama pants before grabbing the grey tee, pulling it on and do the same with my jeans, then my socks and shoes. I grab my holster from the nightstand and connect it to my belt.

I do the same with my knife sheath. And after brushing my hair, I'm done. I turn and see Daryl slipping his sheath onto his jeans, his crossbow on his back. I walk over to him and fixed the buttons that he missed because his mind was wandering.

He looks down at my fingers and chuckles dryly. "Guess I'm losing it."

"No, you're just preoccupied. It's okay. Frankly, if nothing was wrong after what you went through I'd be worried. But, hey, you'll find yourself again, you always have," I say gently, looking up at him through my lashes.

He looks down at me with sad but grateful eyes. "C'mere," he says, pulling me against him, wrapping his arms around me, I do the same, resting my cheek against his chest. "What I'd do to deserve you?"

"I could ask you the same thing." He chuckles and I feel him kiss the top of my head. I curl my fingers into his shirt as a small joke forms in my head. "Your shirt's soft, what's it made of?"

"Don't know."

"I think it's made out of husband material." He groans playfully and I laugh, pulling away slightly to look up at him. "Let's go," he says, grabbing my hand and together we leave the house.