Daryl Dixon One Shots/Imagines

Daryl Dixon -- Bold

Word Count: 820

Warnings: We have a new theme y'all. Long/short is your hair length, and (y/h/c) means your hair color.

Prompt: In which Daryl meets a girl that is bold, brave, protective and yet sensitive inside. PART 1.

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Daryl sat on his bike as he looked around the deserted shopping centers and wondered how the world had went to shit so quickly. He remembered the worst day of his life in this new world- he had to kill his older brother and that killed his spirit for a long time maybe even forever. His train of thought stopped quickly as he heard the fast patter of shoes crunching the gravel in between the shopping centers. That's when he saw her.

She had long/short (y/h/c) hair that was knocked out of her face due to her running at a fast pace, she wore a cropped denim jacket over a bohemian looking shirt that flowed to dark washed skinny jeans and knee length black combat boots. She turned around and swung her hand out stabbing a walker in the head as three more appeared and she braced herself for a fight.

Daryl couldn't help but watch her as she fought off the three walkers with some ease, she finally killed the last one and turned around wiping blood off her cheek before noticing Daryl in the distance watching her.

Her steps grew as he realized she was walking towards him "Do you just like watching girls fight?" Her voice was smooth and had a slight twang to it and Daryl had a slight admiration for it.

"Nah, I wasn't tryin to watch ya." Daryl shakes his head slightly and shrugs his shoulders and she raises her eyebrows "Sure looks like you were." She started cleaning her knife off and Daryl looked away- he found her attractive; he admired her already.

"Where ya going?" He asks suddenly realizing she was walking off "I have places to get to! Things to get, in this world it's either survive or die- and I'd rather survive." Daryl hopped off his bike and grabbed the handles and started to push it until he caught up to her side "You just seen that I can handle myself. Why are you joining me?" She looks up at him and he saw the sun hit her (e/c) orbs just the right way and he could see every little shade in them.

"Ion know, I just figured ya could use some company." He saw her get a slight smirk as she looks away "What's your name?" She suddenly asks and he looks at her realizing he didn't even know her name "Daryl. Daryl Dixon." He answers and she nods "Red neck Daryl Dixon." She nicknamed him and he looked at her curiously.

"You look rough, you're a red neck. Are you not?" She asks and he shrugs his shoulders slightly to her question "And your name?" He asks "Y/n. Y/n Y/l/n." Daryl played her name in his head over a million times- he loved it. It may have been slightly common but to him it was uncommon and beautiful.

They walked together for hours, she started to barely talk as she watched her back, sides and front for any stray walkers "Where are ya staying?" Daryl asks and she looks over at him "In my own little camp." She answers "By ya self?" Daryl asks making her nod "I had a group but we went our different ways, they wanted to face the dead head on and I wanted to survive so I told them to kiss my ass." Daryl smirked at her answer and realized she was bold like he believed- it drawed him in even more.

"So, Dixon. Where are you staying?" She asks breaking his train of thought "With a group, ya can join if ya want." She looked over at him and giggled making him raise an eyebrow "What's so funny?" He asks knowing that he didn't say anything funny.

"You offered me a spot with your group, you don't know me all that well." She points out and he shrugs "I think ya could be a great member." He shakes his head slightly and she smiles at his shyness "What do I have to do to join?" She asks making him look at her.

"Answer some questions." Daryl answers and she nods slowly "Ask away."

"How many walkers have ya killed?" He asks.

"Easy. 567." She answers quickly "How do you know the exact number?" He asks making her pull out a piece of paper "I write it down, I want to know the number. I want to know what I have done to at least make this world better for the future. And before you ask how I've killed so many I went from Utah to New Orleans just killing them as I met them and now I am here." She informs him.

"How many people have you killed?" Daryl asks.

"None. I don't believe in ending their lives, the dead do that enough." She answers.

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