Daryl Dixon x reader (TWD fanfic)

Chapter Seventeen- Jealousy

"What the hell was that?" Daryl tried not to yell as we entered the house. I rolled my eyes and kept walking. "Y/n!"

"What was what?" I turned around and looked at Daryl slightly upset. He was obviously upset about something and wouldn't spit it out.

"The way you looked at him. You were basically flashing to him that there isn't a ring on your finger. The looking down and smiling to yourself like a teenage girl. Then looking at me like I'm crazy." Daryl followed me as I walked upstairs. I let him rant, he was jealous.

"That's what you think? I was flashing the empty finger? If you want me to look taken then give me a ring. Don't get upset because some guy just told me some great news." I fired back. Daryl ran a ahem through his hair and looked at me.

"Yes! That's what I think! I'm not putting a ring on that finger yet, not until things are calmed down. I'm upset because you enjoy his company, smiling the minute you met him. You were happy the second you met him." Daryl raised his voice. I stepped towards him and took his face in my hands.

"Daryl." My voice was small and I let my hands fall around his neck. His forehead fell on mine and shook his head grabbing each side of me. "Let me tell you something. When we first met I knew you were going to kill me, I didn't think that was the last time I'd ever see you either. Now look, we have a son. We've been together forever and a day. Three almost years. I'm in love with you. I'll always love you."

"Y/n." Daryl's voice trailed off. I pulled him into a hug and held him close. I felt his muscles relax instantly. He calmed down and so did I. Jealousy over took his bones and controlled him. It happens.

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We got on the road. Daryl and I were sitting next to each other, Maggie and Glenn, Rick and Michonne, Abraham by himself, Jesus too. Daryl and I spent a good portion of the time kissing, or teasing each other. Which Abraham laughed at seeing as Daryl was being extra possessive of me.

"I love you." Daryl smiled as he kissed my neck sucking on it slightly. He nibbled down leaving a hickey there. He looked up from his mark on me and looked past me with a grin across his face.

"You're terrible." I smiled and leaned up kissing Daryl. The RV slowed and we pulled away. I turned around so I was facing the front of the RV and tried to figure out why we were slowing.

"Yo Rick, what's goin' on?" Daryl called out as he tried to look through the window.

"Car accident up ahead. Looks like it just happened." Rick pulled over to the side.

"That's one of ours." Jesus frantically got out of the RV. I got up out of my seat and followed him out with my gun up and ready. Everyone followed me. I held a gun up to Jesus' head and looked at the walkers stuck in the car.

"If this is a trick it's not going to end well for you." Rick held his gun up to his head allowing me to lower mine and inspect the flipped car.

"My people are in trouble. They don't- we don't have a lot of fighters. I know how it looks, but I'll play it out. Can I barrow a gun?" Jesus was pleading. Before anyone could say anything Daryl spoke up.

"No. We got tracks right here." Daryl motioned for everyone to follow him and we did. I kept my gun low and ready to fire. Daryl looked back at me, making damn sure Jesus wasn't near me. I found it cute that he was being protective, it was even hotter when he did the tracking thing. We got to a building and banged on the door.

"They gotta be in there." Jesus was frantic and worried about his people. I noticed how adamant he was to get to them. To protect them.

"We gonna get em' or sit around all day and play is he lyin' or not?" I raised an eyebrow at Rick and he sighed nodding. Daryl looked at me as he walked up to Rick.