The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Daryl Dixon] The Best Smartass

[requested by AshleeTFields13 ]
PROMPT:
You and Daryl Dixon are way too alike for each other's comfort. Some how, some way, you kinda have a connection. And Daryl would deny it with his words if you asked him but give it away with his actions. He's totally into you- and it pretty much goes both ways.

[set in prison between end of season 3 and start of season 4]

"Heh. She's one of Woodbury's best protectors. Phillip would always put her on the wall. Give her anything, knives, a sniper rifle, hunting rifle, crossbow, bow and arrows...anything- and she'd somehow find a way to take down biters." Karen squeezed your shoulder as you stood in front of Rick Grimes and his redneck companion Daryl Dixon.

Rick nodded towards you.
"This true?" He asked, his voice wrapped in a thick southern drawl, his chin dotted with stubble.
You shrugged, bouncing on your heels.
"She plays it like I could use a damn bobby pin- no, it's not true. I just do what I have to do."
Karen shakes her head, her brown curls flinging backwards and forwards.
"Not true. She's a damn protege'. Now," she grabs you by the shoulders, pushing you towards Rick and Daryl. You almost bash into Daryl but you swerve to the side to stop any awkward contact. "I swear, put her on fence watch and you won't regret it."
Rick looks to Daryl for a second.
"Daryl does fence watch, so if you're interested, he'll take you out and show you the ropes." Rick says. You nod.
"I'm interested. Any thing I can do to help, I'm in."
Daryl seems unresponsive for a second, pondering on the thought before nodding at Rick. He turns to you, motioning for you to follow him. You do, trailing behind him.

You follow him down to the front of the prison, leaving Karen and Rick behind. He points to the fence.
"Here's where we start perimeter. We walk up there," he points to the far side of the fence. "And around. If there's a breech, it's our job to take care of it." He looks to you, seeing that you're receiving it. You nod.
"So we just do that? All day?" You raise an eyebrow. "Shouldn't we clear the assholes in front and just take em as they come, that way there's a lot less risk of a breech in the first place. You get me?"
He just stared at you- as if it took him a minute or so to process what you were saying.
"I'm talking English here." You stammer, earning a grunt from Daryl.
"Nah. The build up ain't too bad over here."
He looks forward to the wall and you sigh.
"Who goes hunting around here?" You question, looking past the fence and into the forests before it.
"What?"
"Hunting- you know, rifle and animal, line up the scopes? Shoot? Skin, eat?" God, you were practically spoon feeding him.
"I ain't a damn idiot. Course I know what hunting is." He barks.
"Okay...good. So who goes hunting?"
He shrugs. "Nobody."
"We should." You smile lightly. "Dad used to take me hunting when I was younger. I hated it- back when I could get the same meat handed to me in a bag from the butcher without the hard work. Now, well, the shops aren't open. I'm ready to try again?"
A small smile glimmered on his face.
"You hunt?" You ask. He nods.
"Rick doesn't like people goin' out unless they're in a big group. Never really thought about lookin' for game in the forests. That place is usually filled up with walkers." Daryl re-grips his crossbow.
You cross your arms over your chest, looking out.
"We could clear it." You mumble, under your breath.
"Huh?"
"We could. It's a dozen or so, piled against the fence. Clear that and then it'll be easier to hunt out there. Without them on your ass, you'll only have to watch your back. If we went out in groups of two or three then we could have one person look for game while the other watches their back." You bit your lip. He nodded.
"Aight'" he growled. "Let's go talk to Rick."
"Seriously?" You stammered, your eyes widening.
"Seriously. It's a good plan."

You stared at his practically emotionless eyes.
"I-I-I wasn't serious! I was just brainstorming. We don't have to..?"
He shakes his head.
"Besides, it's been a while since I been out on a hunt. I could use it."
A sincere smile spreads across your face.
"Okay." You say, still smiling. "Let's go talk to Rick."