Angel (Daryl Dixion x Reader)

~8~(Lemon)

   You felt like a total fucking idiot. You'd kissed Daryl and he didn't kiss you back. Hell- he didn't even fucking move! Well... at least he didn't push you off him in disgust. Then again, you knew Daryl was a better man than that. That he'd never shove you away to reject you. His silence and unmoving reaction to your kiss had told you all you needed to know. You roll your eyes at yourself and yank another bottle of liquor out of the fridge. Considering the other one was in the room where Daryl was, probably still resting on the bathroom sink where you'd left it. Then you slam the fridge door. You quickly open the bottle and chug a couple gulps of the burning liquid while walking back around the counter. You definitely weren't drunk enough to deal with yourself, and you planned on drinking away the complete embarrassment of what you just did. Clenching your jaw in frustration, you skip up the steps and walk back down the hallway. Your bear feet padding quietly as you walk. You stop at the end of the hall way and look down to where you'd just came. The bedroom door was still closed and you didn't see Daryl. Great- He was probably gonna avoid you now. Good job (Y/n). Bravo. What a genius move on your part.

You sigh heavily as you turn the opposite way of your room and head to the reck room. You lift the bottle to your lips again, taking a few more sips. Only slight starting to feel better before you round the corner. Only to slam into someone so hard it damn near knocks you down. Your twin brother clumsily catches you, "Shit- Sorry, sis." He says obviously as drunk as you were about to be. "S'Fine." You say looking up at him. He looks away scratching the back of his head while struggling to stand up right. "You're wasted." You poring out with a small giggle at him and he chuckles a little looking back down at you. "Yeah... You ain't far off from the looks of it." He says to you, which you just nod at him with a smile as you lift your still full bottle. "Plan to regret it in the monrin'." You inform him, making him shake his head at you with a smile. "Carl n them still in the reck room?" You ask and he nods at you. "Yeah, far as I know. M' gonna go see Jenner. Thank him again for lettin' us in." He tells you and you nod at him again. "Alright. Night then." You say and he pulls you into his chest for a drunken hug. "Night. Love ya, (Y/n)." He says as he pulls away to stumble down the hallway. "Night Rick." You giggle out at him as he disappears around the corner.

Looking back down at where your door is you just sigh again, and start back towards the reck room. You take another drink of your liquor as you reach for the slightly open reck room door. You open it swallowing hard and fast when you see Shane right up against Lori. "Shane! Just stop! Get your hands off me!" Lori demands, trying to fight Shane off her while he mumbles stuff into her neck. You react instinctively before your mind even has time to catch up to the situation. You slam your bottle down harshly on the table beside you, startling him and allowing Lori to scratch his neck while shoving him back off her. You run at Shane tackling him away from Lori before rolling a few feet off him. "(Y/n)!" Lori yells as you scramble to your feet before he can. She's suddenly in front of you blocking you from jumping on him and beating the absolute hell out of him. You're panting angrily now, pacing back and forth while glaring icily at Shane. Wanting so badly to get at him again, but Lori keeps stepping in front of you. Keeping her hand up, knowing what you can do when you're this pissed. You looked more like a lion pacing back and forth, but you knew if you stepped forward Lori would intervene and you didn't want to accidentally hurt her. Especially in this state of mind while this drunk.

Shane stands slowly while staring at you and Lori in shame and shock. "(Y/n)- he's drunk stop!" Lori yells at you and you snap your gaze to her briefly. "I'm drunk! That ain't no fuckin' excuse!!" You counter before glaring back at your idiot brother. "Shane, just go!" Lori yells to him keeping her eyes on you. "I-I'm sorry..." Shane croaks out as he stumbles out of the room. You snap your eyes to her and she immediately looks down. "You alright?" You ask her when you look her over quickly and she just nods. "Thank you..." she says with a small, trembling voice. You glare at her, "Yeah- whatever." You spit before pushing past her to follow Shane. Still ready to beat his ass. "(Y/n), don't!" Lori begs at you as you whip the door open to see Shane's passing Daryl in the hall. Daryl stood there starring at Shane with a confused look, clearly looking at the scratches on Shane's neck. You watch Shane slink around the corner and you growl looking down, before looking back at Lori. The anger and disappointment evident in your eyes as you snatch your liquor off the table. You stare her down for a second later before chugging more of the liquor and starting down the hall way to your room.