The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Daryl Dixon] Aren't You Going To Tell Me About Yourself?

PROMPT:
Daryl seems uninterested in every woman. They can't help but be interested in him though- I mean, he's totally badass.
So is he really un interested? Or are his walls just so high up that no girl even attempts to climb them? No girl but you.

You grip the bar of the fence in Alexandria, waiting for Aaron and Daryl for your daily search for new Alexandrian's.
Aaron had personally asked you and Daryl to join his search team after following your group to scope them out. He had said that he'd admired Daryl's tough and brave attitude, while he'd admired your charm and optimistic attitude. You'd been chuffed to hear it from Aaron but there'd only been one man whose opinion you really cared about- which was Daryl.

You'd met up with Daryl's group at a prison, where everything seemed to be civilised and well working. Daryl was somewhat a celebrity in the place, being one of the original inhabitants. When you first arrived it had been Rick and him that found you. They had been split up at the time and when Rick brought you to meet Daryl and take you back to the prison you'd shared some pretty long gazes.
But before any of that, they both asked three questions. Three questions that decided whether you'd join their group.
"How many walkers you kill?" Daryl asked you, a thick southern accent and his hair covering most of his face.
You scratched your arm, nervously.
"Uh- a lot. I don't know the exact amount."
Rick slowly nodded, asking the next.
"How many humans have you killed?"
You bit your lip, silence lingering for a moment.
"One."
Daryl straightened his back and Rick took a deep breath.
"Why?"
You pressed your lips together.
"She was going to kill me if I didn't. I don't know...she was gone. She wasn't human anymore." You don't mention who she was- because it would be hard to explain how you had killed your companion of the apocalypse. Hard to explain why and even harder to explain how.
That was the end of the questions and you were brought back into the group.

The prison had fallen and you'd all been split up. That was until you found Maggie, Bob and Sasha. From then on you found a place called Terminus, which didn't cut out to be all it seemed. You escaped that and you and Daryl became closer. It wasn't the normal kind of close- but you found yourselves having small conversations every now and again. You'd tease each other and you'd smile at each other. You'd been a royal pain in each other's asses but you liked it that way and wouldn't have it differently.

Daryl and Aaron made their way to the fence, Daryl without his motorcycle, which was a change.
You clutched your arms, which were bare and cold. Goosebumps grew on your forearms as you shivered in the cold. You'd forgotten your jacket and couldn't really be bothered to get it out of your backpack.
"Hey." You smiled, hugging Aaron and not hugging Daryl. It felt weird to hug him and it felt weird to not hug him. You decided on waving to him.
The three of you ventured out of Alexandria, trudging over the grass.

"It's cold." You stated, to nobody in particular. Aaron nodded and Daryl turned his bag on his shoulders, fishing out a black hoodie. You'd never seen him wear it before and to be completely honest, a plain black jacket didn't seem Daryl's style.
He tossed it to you.
"Can't have you gettin' cold now, can we?" He barked, not looking you even remotely in the eye. You caught the jacket, holding it in your arms.
You don't mention that you had a jacket in your bag because that would totally ruin the moment. You didn't wanna make him embarrassed so you unfolded the hoodie and slipped your arms into it.
"Thanks Daryl." You say, smiling slightly. He nods, the three of you continuing to walk through the forests.
"I think we should split up." Aaron says. You turn to face him.
"Why?" You ask.
"Because we'll cover more ground that way. Meet back here in an hour or so." He directs. Daryl nods.
"All three of us?" He asks. Aaron shakes his head.
"You two stick together and take up there. I'll take south, I've covered it before. I know what I'm doing."
Daryl nods and Aaron nods back at him.
"One hour, okay?" Aaron says, splitting from us. You nod, continuing up the path with Daryl.

You walk up the path for ten minutes or so in complete silence, flinching at any sound in the forest. You end up coming to a small plain clearing, with a few houses lined up.
"We should check inside there." You instruct, pointing to the first house. Daryl nods, following you up the stairs of the porch.
You tug on the door knob, which doesn't budge.
"It's stuck." You grunt, pulling it. He gently pushes you behind him, gripping it in his hands and yanking it forward. You stand behind him and watch as he pulls the door knob.
He pulls one last time, flinging backwards and on top of you. You fall down underneath him, while he lands on top of you with a thud. He's heavy, heavy enough to make you grunt as he flies back onto you. Even though it hurts, you can't help but burst out laughing.
Daryl turns around and faces you, still on top of you.
"The hell is so funny?" He says. You continue to laugh, your eyes closed.
"Oh my god. That was hilarious." You say, opening your eyes, only to stop talking altogether when you realise how close Daryl is, with his eyes on you and his face inches from yours. It takes your breath away, and you stay there speechless.

Maybe you were just imagining it- but you swore you saw him move in- and maybe he was imagining it but he swore he saw you move in.
Your lips get inches apart before he pulls away, lifting himself off of you and brushing himself off. He offers you a hand and lifts you up. You bend down and pick up the doorknob which caused Daryl to go flying back in the first place.
You hold it in your hand, your heart beating.
Ten seconds was all it took to be brave. Ten seconds of bravery and you could find out so much.
"Daryl?" You say. He turns around and looks at you.
"Why do you turn away like that?" You ask him.
He shakes his head slowly. "Like what?"
"I don't know." You mutter. "It's like you won't let me in. We're going around in circles, you and I."
Silence.
"I just want you to let me in. I'm here for you Daryl. I just want you to..."
His so called calm expression goes more stern.
"Want me to do what?! Kiss you?" He raises his voice. "Hold your hand? Tell you it's going to be okay?" you can hear the distress in his voice. "You know, let you in? What the hell does that mean?" He almost yells.
You sigh, leaning against the railing of the porch. You sigh, tugging on the sleeves of his hoodie.
"God. I don't know? I like you. Forgive me for the immature statement- but I kind of like like you and I don't know if I was imagining it but you leaned in to kiss me, so why didn't you?"

He stands up and paces down the stairs of the house.
"We should get back to Aaron." He huffs. You turn around and grab his arms, pulling him back. You close your eyes for a split second and throw your arms around Daryl, into a huge bear hug.
He is hesitant to hug back but eventually he does, his arms loosely wrapped around your torso. His head gently rests on your shoulder and you stand there together. For a while too.

When you pull away, you stand on your tippy toes and place a kiss on his cheek.
"It's okay...Daryl." You say, a small smile on your cheek. "I'll wait."
Because at that moment you realised that it didn't matter, kissing didn't matter to you. You loved this man more than anything, so you'd wait for as long as you needed too. You'd wait for him to let you in- because he was worth it.
He was worth the wait.