Daryl Dixon Imagines

Please Just Be Safe Next Time

Word Count: 5,355

I was sitting on the bottom step of Hershel's deck steps. I had my sketchbook out on my lap, including a pencil. I was just looking around to figure out what to draw, but my art block didn't find anything interesting to draw. Maybe the main thing that has been distracting me from drawing was, in fact Daryl. Hes the first person who I met before I entered their group. Since then, we instantly clicked.

Daryl went out looking for Sophia, who everyone says ran off when Rick when chasing after her when a herd came by. When Daryl would go out to look for her, I always told him to be careful. Daryl being classic Daryl, he said that he's gonna be okay and nothing is going to happen to him. I just don't want Daryl to get himself hurt. I continue to think about him.

I continued to look around, nothing really seemed to be off around here. Everybody was doing something, lil miss snobby pants is taking watch, while Lori, Carol, and Hershel's daughters were making dinner for everyone in the kitchen. Glenn, Shane, T-dog, Rick, and few of the others were doing random stuff around the farm.

I looked back down at my blank piece of paper. I tried my best what to think to draw, but still couldn't.

"Hey y/n?" asked a squeaky voice that made me jump, since I was unexpecting it

I looked up to see Carl with a grin for scaring me. "Yeah dude, whats up?"

"I noticed that you had your sketchbook out and haven't been drawing anything. I was wondering if you could draw me something." Carl said, "Daryl says you're a good artist"

"Uh, yeah sure. When did Daryl start to talk about my drawings?" I asked Carl.

"Well when you aren't around, he says to me how great your drawings are."

I smiled, I could feel my face heat up, "Okay, so what do you want me to dra-?" I was about to ask before I heard a yell from across the yard, "Walker. Walker!"

I stood up, placed my stuff onto the steps. It was Andrea.

"Okay, Carl, watch over my stuff, make sure nobody takes it." I told him

"Why do I have to watch them? Can't I just go with you?" Carl whined.

"No." I said sternly, "Just please watch over my stuff. I'll do your drawing as soon we get done dealing with whatever were dealing with."

Carl rolled his eyes, "Fine, I'll watch over your things."

"Thank you goofball." I told him, Carl smiled.

I picked up my crossbow that was on the ground and put the strap around me, having the bow hang on my back. "I'll be back Carl, I promise."

"Okay y/n"

I jogged up to the RV. Standing near Dale, Miss princess pants holds up the binoculars, then says, "I bet I can nail it from here." She puts back down the binoculars, then walks over where the sniper is at. Then andrea points the gun in the direction where the walker was.

"No, no. Andrea. Put the gun down." Rick firmly says. Andrea lowers the sniper and looks back at Shane.

"You best let us handle this." Shane said. I looked over towards his direction. He was limping, and with his shirt unbutton. Shane had all of his abs out, I'm guessing trying to impress someone that he was in good shape. I just cringe at the sight of him. T-Dog was next to him with a baseball bat in his hand. Shane looks over at you and winks. When he winked, you rolled your eyes at him.

"What are you staring at there love?" Asked Shane with a song tune to his voice.

"I was looking at the tree behind you, but your ugly ass was in the way." I snapped at him.