(A/N This is not a continuation of the last one shot. It's completely different.)
Jamie had just gotten out of the shower, dressed in her pjs, and dried her hair.
(A/N Pajamas (And I actually have a tank top that says this). Also imagine the pants are shorts.)
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She then headed for her bedroom that she shared with her boyfriend, Daryl Dixon. In all honesty, she still couldn't believe that she was all his and he was all hers. She remembered when they met: she was fighting off some walkers when one almost bit her, but luckily an arrow went right through it. She turned to see him and they finished off the rest of the walkers. He then brought her back to their camp at Hershel's farm. Then after the incident with the Governor when they brought Woodbury to the prison, that's when she and Daryl officially got together. Then after being separated, it really affected them both until they reunited at the church where they met Gabriel. Not long after, they ended up in Alexandria.
Jamie just reached the doorway when she saw Daryl, his back to her and shirtless. She had never seen him shirtless before and at first, she never knew why but never questioned it. But now seeing the scars on his back made her understand but also confused. She quietly went up to him and hugged him from behind. He immediately stiffened up, knowing she saw what he had been trying to hide.
"Whatever happened, I'm sorry and you didn't deserve it," she said then kissed one of his scars.
"How do you know? You don't even know where they're from," he pointed out as she continued kissing each scar.
"Maybe not, but they don't strike as anything that was an accident," Jamie replied as she slowly turned him around.
Daryl sighed as he took her hands and said, "My old man. Since my mom died."
"Daryl, why didn't you tell me?" she asked.
"It wasn't your burden to bare. And...I didn't want you thinking I was—" he started then stopped mid-sentence and looked down in shame.
"If you say 'weak', I will punch you in the face," Jamie said, making him look at her in confusion, then she continued, "If those scars tell me anything, it's that you are stronger than I originally thought. I may haven't known you my entire life, but 'weak' is definitely not the word I would describe you, Daryl Dixon. I love you for who you are and I can't stand the fact that you would think so little of yourself."
She felt some tears form in her eyes as she looked into her boyfriend's eyes. He gently caressed her cheek.
"You really believe that?" Daryl asked.
"I've believed it since the day I met you," she answered.
"I love you too," he said then added, "I thought you were the strong one."
"I only felt weak before I met you. Being with you makes me feel like I can take on this world," Jamie told him, placing her hands on the sides of his neck, her thumbs stroking his jawline.
Daryl placed his hands on her waist, pulling her close but not without looking at her shirt, and said with a smirk, "So you woke up gorgeous as always?"
She looked at him with an eyebrow raised, then down at her shirt, then looked at him with a smirk, saying, "Even my pjs can cheer you up?"
He chuckled then told her seriously, "You're my reason to smile, J. No matter what. I'm sorry I didn't tell you about my past; I just felt it wasn't worth mentioning."
"Hey, everything about you is worth hearing. When we became a couple, I wanted to know everything about you. The good, the bad, everything. Nobody's perfect, Dare. But to me, you being you will always be perfect to me," Jamie said.
He smiled then leaned down and kissed her on the lips. She returned it, it resulting in them making out on the bed and more.
