The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Daryl Dixon] Miss You

PROMPT:

The reconciliation of Daryl Dixon and his best friend and only love is yet to happen- even when he arrives at a new group. But you've been closer than he expected all along.

[Requested by the lovely @DixonLover2724 . Thanks for the request! Hope this is all that you hoped it to be :) ] Oh man I really tried to make this gender neutral but I suck. This is female based. For my male readers don't be shy to request a male version - even if you want me to write a personal one and message it to you. No hassle! In fact I'd love to. ]

"Daryl." Rick barked, trudging along the dirt. Daryl stared at Rick with instant disapproval. A small smile spread on Rick's face.

"I don't look that bad, do I?" Rick questioned. Daryl shook his head.

"Man, lose the badge. Ain't no police department no more."

Rick nodded, unclipping the police badge from the uniform Deanna had requested he wear. Daryl leant against the wall, watching as Rick went to say something.

"I half expected to be teased by Y/n. You know- as soon as I put this on, the first thing I thought was how she'd laugh at me. Take her three or four times of seeing me dressed like this to stop laughin'. Then I realised." Rick went quiet. Daryl's shoulder's sagged.

"That she's dead?" Daryl questioned. Rick shook his head.

"Nah. Not dead...just gone." Rick corrected. Daryl scoffed.

"Lie to ya self if ya wanna. I saw her. I know how it went down...I...I..." Daryl stopped himself immediately, ashamed of himself. He was having a light conversation...and suddenly he was all down in the dumps about Y/n. Every single conversation always came back to Y/n. Daryl hated himself for loving Y/n...for falling when he'd thought himself incapable of doing so.

"I'm sorry." Rick suddenly said, breaking the silence. Daryl exhaled, biting his nail.

"Me too."

Daryl expected Rick to walk away...to be done with him after such a sudden buzzkill. Rick wasn't.

"But you and I both know you don't believe she's dead. Daryl...come on. Why'd you take the job with Aaron? You took it because part of you wants to find her. Part of you think's you'll find her. I think so too." Rick was sad too. He was hurt. Everyone felt hurt by the fact that Y/n hadn't turned up. Everyone but Y/n...

Daryl was silent, so Rick continued to talk.

"You'll find her. She'll be alive. First thing she'll say is some smart ass comment. Mark my words."

Daryl scoffed once more and Rick walked away.

It was true. For the first time leaving Alexandria with Aaron, Daryl found himself turning corners just to find her, venturing further and further in hopes that he may see her. Nothing. Nothing at all. He wasn't sure where Y/n was....just that he needed her.

ONE WEEK LATER

"Say ahhhhhhh." Pete instructed, clicking on the small flashlight and inspecting down your throat. You opened your mouth as wide as possible, ignoring the bright light. He retreated the flashlight and you shut your mouth, lying back against the bed frame.

"I'm getting better, doc. I'm ready to get out of this stupid room." You beamed, gripping the end of the bed tightly. Pete shook his head, taking out a needle and injecting it into your arm. Slowly, the blood transfusion filtered into your body and a small numbing sensation took you over.