#season 1 daryl

[bananafire11]

Squirrels, Squirrels, and More Squirrels

Summary: Daryl leaves reader squirrels as his way of affection. Set in season 1 sometime before Rick's appearance. TW: Squirrels being dead but otherwise, none!

Squirrels, squirrels, and more squirrels.

Squirrels outside your tent. Squirrels left by your laundry. Squirrels set in your designated place by the fire. Squirrels everywhere. At first you’d thought it was a coincidence. But soon enough there were simply too many to be a coincidence. Honestly, it hadn't taken you long to figure out who this squirrel culprit was. It was quite easy actually.

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Actually catching the squirrel culprit, however, was proving to be notoriously difficult. He was sneaky, you’d give him that. It was like he moved with the wind, gone before you even realized he was there in the first place, slipping right through your fingers. But not tonight. Not tonight. You lie in wait inside of your tent, waiting for the soft crunch of fallen leaves or the silhouette of a certain redneck painting your tent walls. Tonight you’d catch him in the act. You would.

Just by the time your back was starting to ache from sitting in that same rigid position and your eyelids were threatening to slip shut with every passing second, the faintest of footfalls caught your attention. Your eyes popped open, alert. Just as you’d hoped, the dark shadow of the hunter passed over your ugly beige tent walls. A soft thud right outside the opening and the shadow melted away. You pulled yourself up and yanked the zipper open with newfound strength from your tired limbs. Now, you hadn’t actually thought through how it would go once you successfully caught him in the act. Daryl stared at you with wide blue eyes, looking reminiscent of a deer caught in headlights. A string of fresh squirrels hung from his belt, dangling low by his knee and his crossbow slung over his shoulder. The moonlight spilling in through the trees littered his cheeks and bare shoulders in a soft glow, giving him an air of gentleness that wasn’t normally present in the snarky man.

Your eyes flickered to your tent entrance, and sure enough, there sat a dead squirrel. Clean with only the small splattering of blood by its neck where you assumed one of his bolts had pierced. You bent over and grabbed it by the tail, the body falling limp as you held it before you. “Care to explain the sudden influx of dead vermin?” Your tone was a light tease, not wanting to scare the man away. No, that was the last thing you wanted. His throat bobbed and his nose twitched as he squinted at you, steely blue rolling over you in contemplation for an answer. His lips quirked to the side as his fingers played with the strap of his crossbow. “Jus’ help’n ya out,” came the coarse reply. He rolled his shoulders, unoccupied hand now rolling the hem of his blood-stained tank top between his index and thumb. Nervous.

Your head cocked to the side, resting your hand on your hip, “and how is that?” He scoffed, rolling his eyes in a dismissing fashion, “Y’ c’n hardly catch anythin’, so’s I’m doin’ it fer ya.” Your lips involuntarily formed a smile at his poor cover-up. While it was definitely supposed to piss you off, dismissing you as unworthy of catching your own food, your heart did a skip in your chest. He wasn’t completely wrong, you were much better suited for cooking and serving what he caught rather than doing the hunting yourself. It was something you never figured you’d need to learn how to do. “Hmph, I dunno if I should be offended or flattered,” you quipped. “S’pose I can find some use for these.” Daryl’s gaze snapped back to yours, brows pinching, “Really?” You nodded, “Yeah,” you flipped the tawny squirrel over in your fingers, “food, first off.” He returned the nod, teeth chewing at his bottom lip, “I mean, ‘course ya can,” he huffed and it almost sounded like a compliment. Hell, from him, it probably was. Silence fell between you two and you and you glanced back at your tent. Your not-so-comfortable sleeping bag inside was calling for you. “Well, I’mma get some hours of sleep in before mornin,” you murmured. You reached for the zipper, peering at him over your shoulder, “G’night, Daryl.” The redneck blinked at you before he fixed his posture and headed towards his own tent, “Mm, night,” ________________________

And when he’d found a steaming hot bowl of soup by his tent for him the following morning, he knew exactly who’d left it there.

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[optimist-pine]

Bodyguard

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Warnings: people are naked, but it's barely even borderline suggestive

Summary: You need a bath, but there's no way you're going alone

Era: Season 1, the Quarry

Your skin practically crawls from the buildup of dirt, sweat, and who knows what else that's managed to accumulate over the past three days. You still haven't quite adjusted to the reality of not having on-demand access to a hot shower and your scalp is all oily, and itchy, and eugh - gross. A little shiver runs down your spine at the thought - well, maybe that's just more sweat...

The bold shades of the sunset are beginning to fade as you make your way to the Dixon brothers' camp. Currently they're the closest thing you have to neighbors, your tent being between theirs and the rest of the group. You're dying for a quick dip and rinse in the pond, but you don't actually want to die for a bath, and you know it's a dumb idea to go alone. Everyone else seems busy though and you've come to the conclusion that Daryl seems to be your only option.

Most of the others actively avoid the brothers, and you can't say you blame them. Merle's constantly stirring up trouble and being a general annoyance, and Daryl's quick to jump to his defense. But, on the rare occasion when Daryl isn't being held under Merle's thumb, you catch glimpses of a very different person than what he usually puts out.

He's sitting in an old lawn chair by the side of a fire when you approach, poking a stick around in the coals. Little sparks shoot off where the fresh evening air hits them, and the smell of woodsmoke fills your lungs.

"Hey." You greet. A spot of doubt begins to arise within you, but you quickly stamp it out. With recent events you were beginning to discover that there wasn't much room left for second guessing or overthinking anymore.

"Need somethin'?" He asks, eyes flicking up to you for a moment before returning to the flames.

You hang your thumbs in your belt loops, fingers tapping against your hips. "If you're not busy, I was hoping maybe you could go down to the water with me? I'd ask someone else but they all seem rather occupied at the moment... and I don't think Shane'd let me go alone." You say.

He looks up, jaw set awfully close to a scowl. "I ain't gonna be yer damn bodyguard." He huffs.

"No- I don't want you to watch me or anything like that- I guess I'm just asking for companionship?" You reply. "You could do whatever you're gonna do here, but just do it down there?" You hike your thumb over your shoulder in the direction of the pond.

He stays silent, but a sudden chorus of laughter flows out from the direction of the rest of the group. You study the way the firelight smooths out his rough edges, and you can't help but wonder if the look in his eyes is just boredom or if it's really loneliness.

"Unless you prefer Merle's company, then by all means I'll leave ya to it." You continue, trying your best to ignore Merle sawing logs in the tent, and erase the image of his hand too close to his crotch from your mind.

He jams the stick into the dirt hard enough that it remains standing when he lets go. "A'ight. Lemme get 'mah stuff."

"Awesome, I'll be over at my tent when you're ready." You smile, pleased and a little surprised that you'd managed to get him to say yes. Admittedly, Merle wasn't so bad when he was passed out, but it was reassuring to know that you were at least preferred company over an unconscious jerk.

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Dirt and gravel crunch under your boots as the two of you walk, your knapsack bouncing steadily against your back with each step. "Thanks for coming with me. I'm not necessarily afraid of the dark or anything, but there's a lot worse things in the woods now than just coyotes." You explain. "And it's just nice not to be alone."

He simply grunts in response.

Good thing you didn't ask him along for his conversational skills.

When you reach the edge of the water you find a rock close to the shore to set out clean clothes and a towel. You see Daryl settle down, back propped against a boulder as he starts rummaging around in his own bag. "Whatcha gonna work on?" You ask.

He pulls out a whetstone and a couple large hunting knives. "Cleanin' mah tools." He replies.

You begin to undress, but a feeling of uncertainty causes you to pause. "Man, I wish I didn't feel like he's sitting up there right now with those binoculars..."

"Who? Shane?" He asks sounding surprised.

"Yeah." You shudder. "Guy gives me the creeps."

You hear scrape of the knife grinding against the sharpener. "Well, hurry up an'ere won' be anythin' ta see." He says.

"Yeah..." You keep your eye on Daryl while you finish, but he doesn't lift his gaze even once beyond sharpening his knife. "I won't be long." You assure him as the cool water rises around you.

As soon as you're far enough in you dive forward, the rush of water instantly reviving and refreshing your whole body as it flows past. You rise upwards as giddiness fills you and you break the surface with a laugh. "This is heavenly!" You gasp. You continue diving and twirling, every sore muscle and painful bruise easing away.

You pause to catch your breath and a small splash has you immediately alert. You left your knife up on the shore with Daryl, but you hadn't heard any sounds of alarm from him so surely it's not a walker. But when you look to the shore the sight has you almost equally as shocked. Daryl is chest deep in the water - bare chested that is - ripples being sent out across the still expanse as he sinks further in.

"Hey!" You yell. "I asked you out here because I thought you weren't some sorta pervert!" You hope it's dark enough that nothing in the water is visible because he's only getting closer.

The moon is full and bright, and the way it reflects off the water makes him look almost ethereal. "Can't protect ya if I'm up'ere an' yer alla'way out 'ere." He reasons.

"I don't need protecting." You roll your eyes. "And all the weapons are up there, Dixon!" You send a splash of water directly into his face.

He returns the splash. "Looked like I was missin' out on alla fun." He shrugs. "'Sides, ya never know when somethin' might jus'-" he disappears under the surface of the water and barely a second later something wraps around your ankle, tugging you under the surface.

When you're released you bob back up to the top wanting to be stern, but you're too busy giggling and swallowing mouthfuls of water to do so. When he surfaces behind you, you turn and splash him again sputtering, "Daryl you- that's not- I can't-" and end up full on belly laughing while trying to stay afloat.

You think you catch the shadow of a smile on his lips before he turns and floats away, like he's done nothing worthy of retaliation. 'Oho boy is he gonna get it.' As quietly as possible you lower yourself in the water, and using shadows from the moonlight, you swim under his head. Reaching up with both hands you use all your strength to grab his shoulders and pull yourself above the surface while pushing him down as hard as you can. Then you make a break for it.

You hear him gasp for air, coughing and sputtering as you swim as fast as you can in the opposite direction.

"Get back 'ere, woman!" He shouts, his tone highly amused. "Yer gonna hafta pay 'fer that!"

You don't realize how loudly you're laughing until the beam of a flashlight is suddenly shining directly in your face.

"Everything alright here?" Shane questions, standing on the shore not far from your and Daryl's discarded clothes. A few of the others are with him; Dale, Andrea, T-Dog, and Morales.

Even in the chilly water you can feel your skin begin to flush all the way down your neck. "Yes! All good!" You squeak out, squinting in the harsh brightness.

"We heard yelling." Andrea chimes in.

You're confident that in all your life you've never been more embarrassed. "That was laughing, guys. I wanted a bath and I asked Daryl to be my bodyguard. We were just, uh, blowing off some steam and I guess we got a little loud... Sorry if we worried anyone." You glance at Daryl who appears to be doing his best impression of the invisible man.

You can make out Dale's hat exceptionally well even in the darkness. "Are you sure you're okay?"

Their hesitation to leave sparks frustration within you - do they really think so lowly of Daryl? Is that what this is all about? Sure, nobody really knows him all that well, but you're all practically strangers and he's done alright by you. The desire to defend him takes over and you snap at the group, "Ah, what're y'all, the fun police? Go ruin somebody else's night and leave us be."

You don't take a good breath until they're all headed back to camp, and it's once again quiet and dark. You sigh, tilting your head back to watch the stars so high above as you float. "Dead people walking around eatin' living people - ya think they'd have bigger problems to deal with than a couple'a skinny dippers." You remark.

A quick exhale of a laugh, not quite a snort, echoes across the pond. "People're always jealous of'a good time if they ain't havin' one." He says quietly.

You pull your fingers through the water, feeling the tension push against them. "So... are ya feeling jealous, or did ya have a good time?" You ask.

"S'pose it wasn't too bad." He says. "But I ain't yer damn bodyguard."

And you grin.

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Yeah, maybe it's a little awkward getting dried off, getting dressed, and walking back to camp but you sleep more soundly than you have since you arrived. And maybe you're a little annoyed with the way everyone seems to have nothing better to do than gossip, but that new gleam in Daryl's eye when he looks at you wipes it all from your mind. And maybe a lot of things suck, but at the end of the day there's someone who actually likes you, and maybe that's enough.

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #optimist pine #twd season 1

[felsicveins]

Is that what Fathers do.....

#dndads #dungeons and daddies #dndads glenn close #dndads glenn #dndads henry #henry oak #glennry #dndads henry oak #glenn close #dndads season 1 #dndads odyssey #dndads s1 #someones gotta do it. someone has to draw the yaoi #this drawing is so old but god bless it #even if i am a glenn daryl truther

[acecroft]

THE WALKING DEAD 1.05

#twdedit #thewalkingdeadedit #horroredit #tvedit #the walking dead #twd #rick grimes #daryl dixon #andrew lincoln #norman reedus #twd season 1 #mygifs #televisiongifs #userstream #*thinks about next 7 seasons* well...

[mylifeiskindacrazy]

I'm rewatching TWD rn and Daryl is so unintentionally funny in season one...

Dr. Jenner: Those doors are designed to withstand a rocket launcher

Daryl: *swinging an axe at Dr. Jenner* Your head ain't😠

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #norman reedus #twd season 1 #dr jenner

[lunajay33]

Found You🩶

Summary: The world is ended and you feel like you’ll never find what you had back in the normal world

•Masterlist•

You had been hold up in a clothing store in Atlanta for most of the outbreak, barely anyone came here until today, a group of people came in trapped after trying to look for food

“Hey are you guys alright?” I asked popping up from my hiding spot

“We’re trying to look for a way out the walkers are all over this place now” the young guy said

I tried to show them all the ways out, and Glenn, I learned, and the cop came up with an idea to cover themselves to walk through the crowd to some trucks

Eventually they managed to come back around and they said they had a safe place that I could join so I went, has to be better than being all alone in this clothing store

It was a bit of a drive outside of the city before we made it to the quarry, we all got out and Rick was reunited with his child and wife, and there was many open arms here it felt safe

“Come dear let’s get you something to eat” ricks wife said as her and some of the girls came and sat around a little fire

“So what did you do before all this?” Andrea asked

“Nothing really, I’m from a small town, I was on a trip to Atlanta when everything happened, I was happy with my life, I had a little cabin in the woods where I met the love of my life, he came across my cabin hunting once he was shy and quiet but he kept coming back and over time I just couldn’t be without him and now…..I don’t know if I’ll ever see him again” I said as tears welled up in my eyes

“Oh honey don’t give up hope, look at Rick he found his family you might too!” Carol smiled as she rubbed my back

The rest of the afternoon was just trying to cook supper and clean some clothes, then there was a ruckus out in the tree line

Rick and Shane and some others went to check it out so it would be dealt with I don’t need to get in the way

Sometime later they all came back and when I looked up, there he was

I shot up running towards the group

“DARYL”

He looked at me and dropped his bow, running up to me and squeezing my so tight

“My baby, I can’t believe I found you” I cried

He pulled back and looked at me with those beautiful eyes I fell in love with, I ran my fingers through his hair as he squeezed my waist

“I can’ believe yer here, yer really here” he smiled

“I’m sorry I should have never went on that trip, I should’ve stayed with you, im never leaving you again”

“I ain’t yer fault, I looked for ya, every time I went out scoutin, I missed ya so much” he cried hiding his face in my shoulder

I rarely saw him like this, but I couldn’t be any more happy in the world that I found him, I found my Daryl

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[rickswh0r3]

my favorites bts photos from season one ❤️

#the walking dead #rick grimes #andrew lincoln #daryl dixon #norman reedus #glenn rhee #lori grimes #carl grimes #shane walsh #twd #twd season 1 #jon bernthal

[thegeorgiahuntsman]

Dary Dixon in Every Episode (screencaps)

Seasons 1 - 7

Last Updated: 09/03/2024

(x) (x) (3) (4) (5) (6)

(1) (2) (3) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (x) (11) (12) (13)

(1) (2) (x) (4) (5) (6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11) (x) (13) (x) (15) (16)

#the walking dead #twd #daryl dixon #norman reedus #seasons 1-7 #ongoing

[ivefallenforyouandicantgetup]

ITS HERE!!!

The Dads Being Homiesexual

I finished it FINALLY ITS DONE IM FREE AND I CAN SLEEP WITHIOUT IT LOOMING OVER MY SUBCONCIOUS ITS HERE WATCH IT ENJOY JT IDC ANYMORE YIPPEEEEEE

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[variksel]

she scam on my likely till i well actually

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[liar-or-lawyer]

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[optimist-pine]

Granny

Summary: You and Daryl have a secret confusing love language of insults

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,236

Era: Seasons 1-5(ish), The quarry - Alexandria

It had started shortly after your first encounter with Mr. Dixon. Simply a passing (slightly pointed) comment - nothing more - as some of you gathered around the fire that night.

Dale stands near the flames, removing a whistling pot from the heat. "Anybody want a cup of tea? Kettle's hot."

"Why dun'cha ask granny over there?" Daryl suggests, nodding towards you with a snigger. Merle's not around tonight, and so it seems he's found a way to create a bit of entertainment.

Your head snaps up when you realize you're the butt of the joke, hands stilling as you set down your work. A crochet hook or knitting needles find their way into your hands as often as that damn crossbow ends up in his; usually when it's too late in the evening to be doing anything else. "You know what? I would love a cup of tea. Thank you, Dale." You reply, taking the steaming mug that's passed to you with a smile that melts into a pointed glare the second Daryl's eyes meet yours.

The corner of his mouth twitches mischievously. "Somebody get out tha' fancy china an' the biscuits an' we'll have ourselves a real tea party." He's prodding the coals with a stick, and in the darkness, the slope of his shoulders brings to mind the image of a caveman. The thought amuses you.

You nod your head, contemplating. "Hmm... I'd be down for that. In fact, I have a feeling we might even be in the presence of a tea party expert." You say knowingly. Sophia and Carol sit cuddled up to your right, and the little girl looks curiously up at you, cradling a well-loved teddy bear. You turn to the child, lowering your voice. "You wouldn't happen to know anything about tea parties, would you?"

She curls into herself a little, shyly. But at her mother's gentle urging, she nods her head, a tiny smile appearing on her face.

You clap your hands together. "It's settled then! Tomorrow we shall have a tea party." The last part is aimed at Daryl - you feel proud of yourself, but the confused look on his face makes you question why. It's like you've taken his accusation as a challenge to prove just how grandmotherly you can be, and funnily enough, he's probably right. You're actually looking forward to hanging out with Sophia tomorrow; she's a pretty cool kid.

Carol tuts softly. "After school." She adds.

"After school." You agree, shooting Sophia a conspiratorial wink.

Every time Daryl spots you working with your yarn he can't resist the urge to tease you about it. Maybe it's because you take every jest in good humor, or maybe it's because you always have a quick, witty comeback. He's never quite figured it out, but somehow it's become a staple of your interactions. Even though so much has changed, he's oddly glad that this hasn't.

One night, in the dead of winter, as the wind howls through gaps in the window frames you get an ornery glint in your eye. Daryl's already found your behavior suspicious, whatever current yarn project you've been committed to hasn't made a single appearance the entire evening. And the way you keep glancing at him almost nervously is... unsettling.

When he looks up again you're walking towards him, hands tucked behind your back, trying so hard to look casual that it doesn't take long before all eyes are on you. You stop in front of him and promptly shove a box in his face. No, not just a box. It's a present, wrapped perfectly in polka-dotted gift wrap with a glittery bow to top it all off.

He stares back at you, wondering what punchline he's missed.

You roll your eyes. "It's a gift, Daryl."

"Why?" He asks. He'd trust you with his life any day, but right now - with that box - he absolutely does not.

"Well, why don'tcha just open it and find out?" You taunt, shaking the present just a smidge.

He takes the box, feeling awkward and clumsy as he tears away the paper. Having never opened a present before - at least nothing like this that is - feelings of stupidity and excitement and pressure blend within him.

He dumps the object into his palm. It's cool and smooth to the touch; a black mug with white writing that says "World's Crankiest Grandpa".

You're trying so hard to withhold from laughing that your face is turning pink.

"Think ya could get yer money back on this one?" He asks, spinning the cup around to critique it.

You slap his arm lightly. "Ah, Dixon, you're no fun."

"She might'a hit the nail on the head there." Rick chuckles.

You sit back down, finally pulling out your yarn like all is now right in the world. "Ah, I found it a couple days ago. Couldn't resist. S'pecially not after the dream I had where you were yellin' at the walkers to 'git offa yer damn lawn'..." You shudder. "Took me a bit to get that one outta my head."

That earns quite a few laughs from the rest of the group. Once again, you've managed to lift the mood of those around you. It seems to be a habit of yours.

He turns the mug over and over again, running his thumb across the letters. He knows it's only a gag gift, but he's not blind to the effort that went into it. And it's not an exaggeration to say that this silly mug is by far the most thoughtful gift he's ever received.

He hangs onto that mug, using it proudly every day. Of course, it garners the occasional question from the new folks, but he doesn't mind. Soon enough he's got a matching handmade hat, scarf, and gloves as proof of your continuing love for the grandmotherly hobby.

When the prison falls he misses those gifts severely.

But then, Alexandria. The day he comes across you there on the porch in a creaky rocking chair, with your cup of steaming tea and a ball of yarn, the once-familiar urge to say something a little stupid and a lot annoying takes over.

He stoops down and leans in. "Where's yer glasses at, old lady?"

You wave your hand to shoo him away. "Ah, git yer muddy boots off'a my porch ya ol' geezer." You nag, the smile you're trying to hide peeking out like a sun ray from behind storm clouds. He holds his hands up in mock surrender, clomping down the steps. But it's not like he's trying to hide his own smile or anything... Not at all.

When he returns home that evening, there, sitting on the end of his bed, is a small box. It's perfectly wrapped in paper that's covered in birds and trees, encircled with a pristinely hand-tied bow. He can't deny the flutter of excitement as he plops down to unwrap it. It's like Deja Vu, the coffee mug tumbling into his palm. This time it's white with black lettering that reads "I don't always roll a joint, but when I do, it's my ankle".

With a snort he falls back onto the bed, letting old memories wash away the burdens of the day. However he can, whatever it takes, he'll hold onto the hope that you'll both end up old and gray and worn someday - together.

#twd #the walking dead #daryl dixon #daryl dixon x reader #twd season 1 #twd season 2 #twd season 3 #twd season 4 #twd season 5 #optimist pine

[felsicveins]

So there's this bard .....

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[devnmon]

Season One: Written in My Stars

Daryl Dixon x Reader Slowburn

↠ Series Masterlist | Playlist ↠ Era: The Quarry ↠ Summary: A man named Daryl's world changes drastically when a virus wipes out half the world's population. Coming from a history of trauma and unrequited love, Daryl Dixon copes through the end of the world by writing in a leather-bound journal, as he tries to find tranquil in a world that is everything but. When his plans with his older brother go out the window, he finds himself conflicted as to whether or not he'd be better off alone. How can the end of the world make a man like Daryl feel things for a person, for people, he never thought he would? ↠ Warnings: typical twd gore/violence, mentions of past abuse, scary situations and trauma, [smut eventually... it's going to be a while], Daryl being shy but also an asshole...

Chapters

Chapter One, Days Gone Bye

Chapter Two, A Familiar Notion

Chapter Three, Long Winded Safe Haven

Chapter Four, Bellwood Quarry

Chapter Five, An Almost New Day

Chapter Six, Tell it to The Frogs

Chapter Seven, The Return To Atlanta

Chapter Eight, The Overnight Reckoning

Chapter Nine, TS-19

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[lunajay33]

Conflict🧟‍♀️

Summary: You’ve been at the quarry since the world ended and grew a liking to a particulate Dixon but his brother is quick to push you away

•Masterlist•

I saw Daryl cleaning his arrows and scanned the area to see if Merle was gone and thankfully he was, so I gathered some of the food Lori had prepared for supper and brought a bowl over to him

“Hey Daryl umm…here’s some dinner if you’re hungry!” I smiled nervously as he looked up at me with his blue eyes that always made my heart race

I held it out to him and he was hesitant but took it from me

“Thanks, ya didn’ have ta”

“Oh it’s no problem just wanna make sure you’re eating especially after you’re out all day hunting!”

He looked at me again and I swear I saw a faint blush in him cheeks

“Ya gonna sit?” He asked as he dug back into his food

I sat neck to him picking at my fingers out of nervous habit

“Ya gonna eat any?” He asked as he laid his empty bowl on the ground

“Oh I’m not that hungry plus the kids need it more anyways!” I smiled even though I was hungry

He looked at me squinting his eyes, what he did when he tried to read people

“Ya gotta eat somethin’ here I got a can a beans” he said as he dug through his bag and handing it to me

“Oh no I can’t that’s yours but thank you”

“Yer eatin it and that’s final” he said as he cracked it open and placed it in my hands

“Thank you, I’ll have to pay you back some how!”

“The hell is this, got this fat bitch eatin our food now?” I heard from behind us(Merle’s an ass Oop)

We both turned and it was Merle, stomping with fury towards us

“Oh no” I whispered but I saw Daryl look at me worried

“Merle calm down” Daryl said standing up in front of me

“The hell ya giving her our stash, she ain’t done nothin’ fer us” he yelled

“I’m sorry here I’ve barely had any im sorry” I said as I laid it down and scurried my way back to my tent

I sat in there and tried to calm down before I had a panic attack

There was a tap on my tent and the zipper being pulled back only to see Daryl

“Can I come in?”

“Of course” I said moving to the side

“Sorry ‘bout him”

“It’s not your fault don’t worry about it, sorry to cause a problem”

“Ya didn’ he can me a real ass, but….are ya okay?” He asked checking me as if I had gotten physically hurt

“I’m okay daryl, thank you I just wanted to spend some time with you while Merle was gone”

He looked shocked

“Why?”

“You’re nice to be around, you make me feel better”

“Really? Me?” He asked confused

“Of course Daryl you should give yourself more credit”

“I like being around ya too” he said as a cute smile was placed on his lips

From that point on he was there for me always

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