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Daryl Dixon x Reader- Beautiful

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Daryl Dixon x Reader
{okay this is set sometime before season 4 at the prison I hope you enjoy}

“It’s sunset. Daryl, take this up to ____, and then you can take the night shift, okay?” Carol said, sliding a plastic bowl over to said man, who responded with a quiet grunt. He finished what was left in his bowl, and stood up, grabbing his bow, and the bowl. He headed outside, to the guard tower where _____ would be. He headed up the stairs quietly. He could hear ____ humming softly, a small half smile crept onto his face. Daryl opened the door almost silently, ____ not knowing he was there. She was sitting on the metal floor, her legs hanging off the edge. Her gun was sitting beside her and her head was tilted upwards, looking up at the sun set. Daryl took a moment to admire her from behind. Her (hair/color) hair was loose, and blowing slightly in the breeze. Her humming was soft and calming. It made Daryl relax, just a little.
“Hey.” Daryl said, startling ____. She jerked her head, looking over at him, eyes wide.
“Jesus, Daryl, you scared the shit outta me.” She said, shaking her head. The corner of Daryl’s mouth twitched up as he made his way over to her.
“Here,” He said, handing the bowl to ____, who took with a smile. “I’ll go ahead and take over now.” ____ nodded, and looked into the bowl, then setting it down beside her.
“Is it… Is it okay if stay out here? Just until the sun goes down?” ____ asked, looking over at Daryl. “It’s just the sunset, ya know? You don’t get ones like these that often.” She turned back towards the sky, Daryl doing the same.
The sky was illuminated with hues with reds, pinks, purples, oranges, and yellows. The fading blue of the sky contrasted with the clouds in such a breath taking way, it was almost too beautiful. Daryl looked back over at ____, who was still mesmerized with the sky. He smiled slightly, and took a seat beside her, setting his bow on the side. He mumbled a quiet ‘Yeah, sure.’, and turned to the fading sky. There was a moment of comfortable silence between the two before ____ spoke up.
“It’s so odd, isn’t?” She questioned, not taking her eyes off the scene.
“What is?” Daryl gruffed out, looking over at ____.
“Seeing something so beautiful in such a nasty, vicious world. It makes this whole thing, this sunset feel almost unreal. Like nothing in this world is beautiful, so how is this even real?” ____’s voice was quiet, just loud enough for Daryl to hear. “I… I almost feel jealous.” She laughed, then paused. “Why are all the beautiful things in this place out of reach? I feel like… even if we could, I don’t know, reach somewhere beautiful, somewhere safe, it would only be real for so long, then… it would be gone.” She sniffed, a few tears slipping down her cheeks. She quickly wiped them away. It was quiet. Neither said anything. Daryl was still looking at ___, who was still looking up. Her skin was almost glowing, bathed in warm light. The way her hair swayed in the breeze. Her (eye/color) eyes sparkled, and her brows furrowed, showing she was thinking. All of this brought one word Daryl’s mind. Beautiful.
“That’s bullshit.” Daryl said, breaking the silence. _____ looked over at him.
“S-Sorry. I didn’t mean to unload all my crap onto you,” ____ stammered out, becoming embarrassed. “ I just nee-“
“That’s not what I mean.” Daryl cut her off, “as fucked as this world may be, there are still good things. Beautiful things.” He continued. “This group, this family, is beautiful. Carl and Little Ass-kicker, even Rick. That right there, it’s good. Carol, Hershel, and Beth. They’re good. Glenn and Maggie, what they got is good. And you… You’re good.” _____ was staring at him, eyes full of wonder. “Hell, might as well say it. You’re beautiful too.” Daryl said, causing a smile to break out on ____’s face. She let out a little laugh, and looked back the now fading sunset, then back at Daryl.
“Who knew Daryl Dixon could be such a sweet heart?” _____, giggled. Daryl just rolled his eyes, and turned towards the sky. “I guess you’re right… What we have is beautiful…” The two sat in silence, staring at the sky. _____ hesitantly slid her hand into Daryl’s, and gave it a gentle squeeze. They kept watching until the sky faded from blue to indigo. After a moment of listening to the crickets chirp, _____ leaned over and pressed a kiss to Daryl’s cheek.
“Thank you.” ____ almost whispered, giving his hand another squeeze before letting go. She stood up, grabbing her things, and walked to the door.
“We should, uh, do this again… sometime… if that’s okay with you…” She said just before she reached the door. Daryl looked behind him, a slight smile gracing his features.
“Yeah… we should.” He muttered. ____ smiled, and walked out the door.
Blehblehbleh this is pure fluff. Daryl is my bby. Yeh.
The Walking Dead and its Characters do not belong to me, and all the credit goes to the rightful owners.
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Nima920's avatar
I liked this one. The feel of it is kind of like the one I wrote. 😅