Kill a Dixon
Hi! It's been a while and I had these two requests sitting in my inbox for a really embarrassingly long time. To these two anons, if they're even still around, I apologize...but here it is now.
8. As much as I want you to rest right now, it’s freaking me out that I can hold you down this easily!
Daryl storms through the front door of the house you share with Carol and him, before slamming it shut and heading towards the couch. You can not see him yet, but you recognize the sound of his footsteps and, tonight, they sound angry.
You wipe your hands off your pant legs and peek your head into the living room, where you now see him sitting, a human mess covered in blood and mud and god knows what else. Your heart does a weird thing in your chest and you skip towards the couch to see if he’s been hurt. It probably isn’t his blood, so calm down and take a deep breath before you make it worse, you tell yourself inside your own head.
You stop right in front of him, but he does nothing to acknowledge you there, even though he knows. “Daryl? Did somethin’ happen? You hurt?” You are ready to run over to the infirmary and fetch Denise if that’s the case, but the archer looks up at you for just a second before he speaks.
“Nah, ‘m fine,” he says and goes right back to staring at his own hands while you stand there and stare at him.
“Are you sure?”