spoilers: set in season 6
It was such a cliche, right from the get go. Your personalities clashed like sunshine and rain, completely juxtaposing each other in a way that never should’ve made anything, but every single time, it created something beautiful. Not always a rainbow, because rainbows can be enjoyed by everyone, and sometimes moments between you werent meant for anyone except the two of you. It was just a perfect storm and the two of you smiling in the middle of it, while everyone else carried on existing without even acknowledging the way time stopped, because it didnt for them.
Sometimes, things were a little too literal. Like the time Daryl spotted you lying down in the middle of the streets of Alexandria outside of his house, during a rainstorm. You were just lying in the street, letting the rain pour down on you. Daryl stepped out of his house, keeping himself shielded from the outpour by staying on the porch as he yelled out to you.
“Have you lost your damn mind!?! The hell you doin’?”
You didnt open your eyes, and you didnt turn to look at him, but you made the effort to explain yourself in a way that was far too casual and comfortable for the situation. “Carl bet me a candy bar that if I laid down in the street during the next rainstorm, my back would get wet - so I am proving that my back will NOT get wet as long as I stay very still, because I am going to get that candy bar!”
Daryl was frequently stunned by your utterly bizarre actions, but he was far from surprised, he knew you too well. So he sat down on the porch and watched, hoping the rain would let up soon.
Rick, Carl and Michonne exited the house to investigate your position, and when they posed the same question Daryl had, Daryl scoffed.
“Carl’s fault, ‘pparently ‘s part o’ some bet.”
Carl wheezed with laughter, proving to Michonne and Rick that Daryl’s explanation was right. Then, you spoke up again.
“If any of you attempt to move me before the rain ends, I will not hesitate!” You called out.
“You wont hesitate to what?” Rick asked you.
And to that, you shrugged, making everyone laugh. Rick, Michonne and Carl headed back inside the house, but Daryl stayed sat on the porch for reasons that he couldnt quite place.
“I know you’re still there, Dixon.” You said, smiling because you knew your words would’ve shocked him.
“How’d ya know that? Aint even got your eyes open!” Daryl shot back, and your smile widened.
“You always stick around when Im doing this.” You said simply, and Daryl huffed.
“Don’ ever really know what yer doin’.”
You chuckled. “I know, me neither!”
He stayed with you until the rain stopped, and once it had, Carl and Rick ran back outside to find out the result of the bet. Daryl helped you to your feet and the two of you evaluated the state of your back, discovering that there was a single dry line of shirt down your back, which the high court judge Rick Grimes deemed was just cause for you winning the candy bar. You skipped away from the house victoriously, unwrapping the candy bar and stuffing it in your mouth, with immediate and total disregard for your soaking wet clothes and hair. Daryl shook his head as he watched you, but he couldnt help smiling.
And then, there were occasions where Daryl’s personality showed, and you were the only one that could shine a light on it and help others understand what was going through his head. Sometimes, you literally acted as his translator.
There was a walker stuck in a predicament downstream that was causing a nasty overflow, and when someone suggested that you - being pretty small in comparison to everyone else - would be able to get through a particular tight gap to draw the walker out, Daryl grumbled in response. He turned his gaze to stare out of the window as Rick looked to you. The meeting was in full swing, and everyone’s input was very important, especially to Rick.
“It seems people are reluctant to suggest that Im used as bait.” You said, and Rick laughed quietly, Daryl’s eyes snapping to yours to frown. You shrugged at him. “I know, but it’s our only option right now. This is the best call, and I know you know that, you just dont want to admit it.”
The group gathered in the living room all watched in awe as you somehow effortlessly figured out exactly what Daryl couldnt put into words. It was a pretty regular occurrence, what with Daryl not being the most talkative and also undervaluing his own opinions to the extent where you voice them for him to validate them in front of the group. But, even if it was regular, it didnt mean that Daryl’s heart ached any less every time you just…understood him.
Like later that week, when the plan was in full swing, Daryl pulled you aside just before you left the group to complete you bait-related-task.
“Be careful. Ya need me, jus’ shout.” And I’ll come running, he thought to himself, and you smiled up at him, holding his face in your hands.
“I know, you’ll come get me. Dont worry, I’ll be okay. Gotta be, right?” You grinned up at him, and he offered you a smile in return, which was enough for you to let go of him and embark on your mission.
Being bait actually wasnt too frightening that time around, it was pretty easy and risk free. Or at least, it would’ve been, if you had been looking behind you as you walked backwards, keeping your eyes on the rotting walker as you lured it away from the stream. You couldnt kill it without risk of it spoiling the water, and therefore the fish. But because of how carefully you were focussing on that, you werent focussing on your own steps, and you slipped on a particularly wet rock, flipping you on your back, hard. You yelped, and because you werent far from the group, Daryl swore he could hear you. He tried to break through the foliage, but Rick stopped him, insisting to wait for your call if you needed help. A few seconds later, the call came.
“DARYL!” You yelled, and before you’d even finished saying his name, he was running.
When Daryl reached you, he found you lying on your back with the walker over the top of you, and you were covered in its blood, a beaming smile on your face as your eyes found Daryl.
“I got it! But I slipped and it fell on me and my back hurts now.” You said, making everyone in the group laugh, even Daryl, who shook his head as he threw the walker off of you and helped you to your feet.
“Scared the shit outta me, crazy girl.” He said, smiling down at you in disbelief.
You rolled your eyes at him. “You should be able to tell the difference between my yells for you by now, there’s panicked, excited, confused, dramatic-“
Daryl cut you off by scoffing. “All yer damn yells for me are dramatic, you should know tha’s why every one of ‘em makes me think yer in some kinda danger!”
You thought about it for a moment, and then nodded. “Okay, yeah, ya got me there. Let’s go home, I need some soup after a hard day’s work!”
Daryl sighed as you skipped off ahead of him, your back pain already forgotten because that space of your mind was occupied by soup. He jogged after you, a smile on his face that only an idiot would have, an idiot that’s head over heels.
You definitely brought Daryl out of his shell with your daft antics, because so often you did stupid shit that he couldnt not ask for an explanation for, he simply had to know why you did the things you did. He had to force himself to talk to you in that way, but he didnt mind, because as soon as you got talking to him, socialising didnt feel like such a drag anymore. Daryl found himself wanting to know everything about you, so anything you did tell him was utterly fascinating. And the attention you paid to everything he said, the effort you made in getting to know him, too…it made him feel things that he’d never felt before.
Daryl shakes his head as he stares down at his shoes, which are taking him on the automatic route to your house down the street. He knows you’re back from the run because Michonne was with you and he was waiting for her to walk back in the house they shared, that was his indicator to go and find you. The weirdest aspect of this thing Daryl has with you is that he doesnt even resist this, and he never has. He knows he wants to see you, he knows he missed you, and he knows Merle would be laughing his ass off at him for all of this, but it doesnt deter him. Not even a little.
The distance between your house and Daryl’s feels unfair, he realises that every time he comes to see you, but he cant exactly approach you with a “hey, wanna move yourself and all your stuff closer to me so that we can hang out more even though we already hang out almost everyday”. Daryl may be in love with you, but he’s not about to make himself look desperate. He lifts his fist to knock on your front door, but before he can, you’ve pulled the door open. Your eyes widen in surprise.
“Daryl! I was just gonna come to see y-“
He cut you off, as he often did, but this time it wasnt with an expression or a small joke or some sassy remark.
Daryl’s lips fall onto yours, so briefly, so gently and so sweetly that you barely feel it, but oh, do you feel it. The heat of the sun and the comfort of rain, the electricity of the most gentle lightning strike coursing through you as your heart pounds like thunder in your chest. Even when he pulls back, the feelings remain, they triumph, and they take control of you. Fierce hands grip the front of Daryl’s vest, pulling him back to where he belongs, where he has always been destined to go. A tornado of butterflies, a tsunami of emotion, the waves within you crash and burn and blind. And then his hands are at your waist, and though fabric restricts his fingertips from making contact with your skin, your hips are ablaze beneath his palms. The kiss is not long, it is not harsh, it is the briefest eternity of bliss that you have ever experienced.
When the two of you break apart and the atmospheres of your worlds calm to blue skies, Daryl smiles down at you.
“Been wantin’ to do that for a while, should’a done it sooner.” He admits bashfully, and you bite your lip up at him.
“It was worth the wait.” You tell him, and Daryl nods, resting his forehead against yours. You can see his eyes searching yours, looking for something that he cant ask for, and you lean up to place the lightest kiss on his lips. “It was wonderful.”
Daryl blushes, your ability to read him proving to be an excellent tool at embarrassing him in the best way. But with dusty rose stubbled cheeks, he smirks, pulling away from you to place a kiss of his own on your forehead.