The Walking Dead Imagines

Bad Thoughts

Insecurities.

Everyone has them. Whether it's about their face, their personality, or anything else they deem not good enough. Yours, in particular, happens to be your weight.

Even when you were younger, you'd always been a little chubbier than the average person. It didn't bother you until you got into high school, and you started to become very aware and insecure about your weight and body shape. You wanted nothing more than to look like those models on the magazines. These insecurities never went away, and now here you are- living in Alexandria during the literal zombie apocalypse, and crushing on a man who you deem practically impossible to get: Daryl Dixon.

Oh, how do you even begin to explain how you feel for the man? When your respective groups had decided to combine back at the prison, you fell in love with him almost immediately. Who wouldn't? He's impeccably strong, and despite his rough demeanor, he has proven to be quite the nice and caring man. You'd seen that side of him a few times.

You've harbored these feelings for quite a while now, and they've only skyrocketed ever since arriving in Alexandria. You have no doubt they aren't returned, though. In your mind, there is no way that he could ever feel that way about you- he's strong, and he's a leader. He would go for someone like Rosita; someone who is small, beautiful, and thin. He would never go for someone like you, who's only average looking and overweight, right?

The only person who knows of your feelings for him, Maggie, insists that it's just your insecurities speaking. "He likes you, I know it. He acts differently towards you, more caring and sweet, more so than he even is with Carol. He's just not good at communicating his feelings, but if you told him how you feel, I can almost guarantee that he would tell you he feels the same."

She's told you those kinds of things repeatedly, but despite all of this, you can't help but just feel like you aren't good enough.

Sighing, you tear yourself out of your self-deprecating thoughts. You're currently lying in bed, your eyes fluttering open as the morning sun shines through the window. You get out of the comfort of your bed, changing your clothes and getting ready for the day before heading out. You had promised Maggie you'd help her with the garden today, and you fully intend to do so.

Stepping out the front door of your house and onto your patio, you take in the environment around you. Rick and Daryl are standing just off to the left of your house, on Daryl's front porch, discussing something intently.

Daryl notices you and gives you a small wave, making blush creep onto your cheeks. It's small things like this that make you all giddy around him. You smile and wave back to him before making your way down the steps of your porch, but something stops you. Spencer and a new guy that showed up to Alexandria only a day after your group arrived, Mason, were yelling at each other and pushing each other around on the street in front of your house. They were doing little jabs at each other, like they wanted to come to physical blows but no one had made the first punch yet.

"Fuck you," Mason shoves Spencer to the ground, arguing about who knows what. It's no secret that they dislike each other, and you're sure that Spencer had it coming to him, but you dislike Mason with such a passion that you don't care.

Ever since you came to Alexandria, he'd been the one (and only) person to make sly comments about your weight. It'd never be upfront, or said directly, but you knew he was silently making fun of you for it. You've always been insecure about yourself, and this didn't help your self confidence in the least bit.

"What the hell are you lookin' at?" Mason notices you glancing over at their quarrel, glaring at you.

"Nothing." You shake your head, not interested in getting in between their fight.