Daryl Dixon x reader (TWD fanfic)

Chapter Four- Talkitive

Day 197

I don't know about this group. I've been here for four days. I think this group will fall apart if Rick doesn't get back on his high horse. I think it has something to do with the baby. Maybe Lori's death took a chip out. I don't know.
Daryl is interesting, you see him and you think redneck who does drugs and couldn't give a rats ass about anyone or anything. He doesn't really talk about much other than hunting and positive stories. Though, I know he has something else deep down. Something haunting him, something terrifying, horrible, insane. Daryl's a good guy, and if I'm being honest he's one of the best I've ever met. He doesn't compare to anyone. If I'm being honest, I actually trust him. I don't know if it's normal to trust someone in three days, but him I do.
Daryl Dixon is coming for my heart and I know it.

I picked up one of the dead bodies and threw it over my shoulders, I tossed it into the truck and dusted my hands.

"Need help?" T-dog looked at me and I shook my head no. I didn't say much when others were around. Regardless of circumstance. "Are you alright?" I nodded. "You can talk I do-"

"Shh." I barely heard myself hush him. I looked around. I huffed. I looked up and saw Daryl was wondering the fence and stabbing walkers through it.

"You two?" T-dog chuckled and pointed at him. I smiled and looked down shaking my head. "Will it happen? Eventually?" I shrugged and kicked my feet. I bent down and picked up another body throwing it over my shoulders. I huffed and walked to the truck with it, I threw it into the truck.

"Y/n!" Daryl yelled as he walked over to us. I looked over and waved. Daryl put his arm on my shoulder and leaned on me. "Did you write today? I didn't read the last few days." I nodded.

"Wait," T-dog interrupted us. "You write in a journal then you let him read it for no reason?"

"Yes she does. You done out here?" Daryl raised an eyebrow and fiddled with his crossbow before tapping his foot. I nodded and he motioned for me to follow him.

"Bye!" T-dog yelled and waved at us. I waved back with a smile.

"Before we met the second time, I was with my brother, Merle. Remember that story about him and I driving around with drugs? Well, I was with him. Then, he went back to the Governor. Now, I'm back here. Did I tell you that?" Daryl was being all over the place. He's talkative when I'm around and, it's kind of cute. I nodded at him and he bounced in his step a bit. "Well, I think it won't be long before this whole war is over. Merle is going to be fine. Did I tell you that he only has one hand?"

"Yeah." I laughed and Daryl opened the door to the cafeteria area of the prison. I entered and he followed.

"You probably think I talk a lot. Right?" We walked to the cell we claimed, out of habit. I chuckled and nodded.

"You're talkative. That's all." I smiled and sat down on the bottom bunk. I reached under the bed and grabbed my pack. "I have whiskey."

"We're drinking?" Daryl stopped talking and lowered his eye brows into a scowl. I nodded while popping open the cap and taking a swig.

"Take a drink." I demanded. Daryl obeyed and did so. I took a deep breath and looked at Daryl. "I don't want you to ready my journal yet."

"Why?" Daryl questioned and took another drink. I took the bottle and did the same.

"I- I wrote something down I don't know how good it is." I thought about my words Daryl nodded and shrugged.

"I'm reading it." Daryl grabbed my Journal from under my pillow and flipped through the pages. I quickly took it from his hands and squinted at him.

"No." I huffed and Daryl gave me this look, it was like he was pouting. "Fine." I handed it back and hie eyes lit up and he started flipping through it again. He finally landed on the last few pages. When he was reading them he sucked in his bottom lip and his face was going through the emotions of each word. He flipped the page, and as he read his face turned red and it was like he was hiding something.

"Here." Daryl handed back the notebook and nodded while standing up. He took a step towards the door and I grabbed his hand stopping him.

"What?" I stood up to and Daryl backed up. I looked at him and he just turned more red looking away.

"I'm not questioning the honesty of your writing. I'm questioning if you understand what you wrote." Daryl looked at me and I nodded. I've never understood more.

"Why?" I dropped Daryl's hand and he looked me in the eyes, quickly avoiding eye contact.

"Y/n," Daryl paused and caught my hand back. He gently intertwined our fingers. "I don't get it."

"Get what? My feelings for you?" I pushed up his chin to face me. I could feel his weird amount of awkwardness through over part of my body.

"Yes. That." Daryl took a step back forgetting we were holding hands and pulled me into his chest. I took a deep breath and let out a small laugh. I gently stepped back looking up at him."Shit, I'm sorry."

"Daryl, I like you for this." I pointed at him looking completely concerned, yet he was still trying to 'man up'. "You aren't a first move kind of guy, you're awkward but, you have this heart and it's cute. When you start talking you don't stop, because you are boiling with excitement just to talk. You're different. I like it, no I love it." I looked up at Daryl.

"So, you-" Daryl was processing all the information. "I don't understand."

"Here." I leaned up and gently cupped his cheeks. I pressed my lips to his and instantly my entire body. I felt hands awkwardly sliding onto my waist. I gently pulled away, Daryl was redder than before and I couldn't help but smile. "That clear a few things up?"

"I- um- yeah." Daryl stuttered. I started to take a step back but, Daryl didn't let me. He held me in place. I found my hands instinctively falling onto his chest.

"What's wrong?" I looked up and he chuckled a bit.

"That's not how I wanted that to go." Daryl sighed and flickered his eyes between mine.

"How did you want that to go?" I grinned and Daryl sighed, he slowly dropped his hands and I dropped mine.

"Like this," Daryl flipped us around and picked me up setting me on the nightstand. He put a hand on my thigh and a hand on my cheek. I inhaled a bit and he just looked he up and down. "I don't know if I can."

"You can." I watched his eyes, I tilted my head slightly. Daryl looked up at me and gently leaned in. Pressing his lips to mine I felt it again, an electric shock through me, a sudden warmth flowing through my blood. My entire heart swelled, I gently wrapped my arms around Daryl's neck and he pulled back.

"Like that, expect something less-" Daryl scrunched his nose. "Second."

"I preferred the second." I smiled and studied Daryl's face and how he wasn't smiling, but he was blatantly happy. Very happy.

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Authors note

I watched an interview Norman did, he described Daryl as awkward so, I did my best to portray Norman's view of Daryl. :)