Lost | Daryl Dixon

*Slow-burn Daryl Dixon, partial Shane Walsh*

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I didn't recognise the feeling before, I thought I loved Shane but this is entirely different. He was lust, and familiarity, and security. I cared about him, maybe loved him in my own way - I know he didn't love me, he was obsessed with me, what I meant.

But this was entirely different. I felt cold when Daryl would leave my side, I felt agony when I didn't know he was safe. I looked for him after every conflict, I'd check him first after every fight.

When the alarm went off, he was the first I looked to, the first I thought about. When we got cut off, I didn't even think when I screamed to get the walkers off of him.

I'm in love with Daryl Dixon.

I tugged the poncho around me harder, the smell of him wrapping around me in comfort, he grabbed his crossbow and knife, swinging the larger of the two onto his back as I watched. He glanced back, not realising the intensity of the feelings and emotions that rushed through my mind; picking something up off the side and turning, throwing it to me.

I caught it with my right hand, looking down at it - a notebook. I opened it up, various notes and doodles from whatever guard was last in here on the first few pages, but the rest was blank. "Saw you writing on that poster in your room, thought you'd need more, found that in the walkers pocket."

The words wanted to burst from my lips but I knew it wasn't the right time, not when we were still reeling from the loss. I nodded, tucking it into my pocket, when I threw my arms around him. He staggered back in surprise; catching me as I leaned up and kissed him deeply. He dropped his knife, as I wrapped my arms around his shoulders.

I'm in love with Daryl Dixon, and I've never been so content to be in love.

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