The Walking Dead Imagines (Requests OPEN)

[Daryl Dixon] The Elements

PROMPT:
Stuck in the middle of nowhere, in the cold, with nothing but a small fire to keep you and Daryl Dixon warm.

It's late fall- and while Daryl wears his poncho and jeans, you sit down by the tree, shivering in your singlet.
"Bout' as dumb as it gets." Daryl smirked, teasing you.
"Hey..." you shivered, your teeth chattering together. You could smell the pine from the trees surrounding you. You were in the middle of nowhere, with your friend Daryl Dixon.

You weren't dumb enough to leave for a run without a jacket. You had one. Your favourite jacket too. Only it had gotten snagged by a walker and you had to slip it off in order to escape. Those faithful events left you where you were right now, shivering with blue lips.
"You're turning blue." Daryl tried to pull off his poncho but you stopped him.
"Then you'll be cold." You sighed. Daryl shook his head in disapproval.
"Just take the damn thing."
You shook your head right back at him.
"I'll make ya a fire." Daryl suggested, it was obvious he was trying hard to help. You smiled slightly.
"Sounds good."

So you curled yourself into a ball, hiding your face as gusts of wind whipped by. Daryl took ten minutes to find enough fire wood- and then he sat down beside you and began making the fire. You were beginning to go numb and your fingertips had gone a light shade of blue. Your nose felt like it was ready to fall off. Nice.

You must have been the most unluckiest woman on earth.

"Here we go." Daryl grumbled, his voice thick, deep and steady. He slid back, sitting next to you. You rubbed your arms, just about moaning in happiness to finally have heat.
"Thank you." You whispered, warming up.
"Still think ya should'a taken my poncho." He reprimanded. Despite feeling like your lips would freeze off, you grinned wildly.

You stared at the fire- and felt another source of warmth. Daryl, sitting right by your side.
"Can you teach me how to make a fire one day?" You asked him, still staring at the bright fire. Now, the fire was the only thing to light up the patch of woods you resided in.
"Amongst the other things you want me to teach ya." Daryl scoffed. "There ain't enough time in the world."
"Not too many." You whispered. "Just how to shoot a crossbow, throw knives and make a fire. Then I'm set."
Daryl shrugged.
"If the wind keeps coming like this- you'll be learning sooner than ya think." He told you. You nudged his shoulder, smiling too.
"Let's hope not."
Daryl nodded.
"It's only going to get colder..." you sighed, playing with your now normal coloured fingers.
"Which means you'll have to bring a jacket next time."
"Hey! You know I brought one!" You defended. Daryl chuckled.
"Mhm. Maybe next time I ought to bring you my vest."
As much as you would have liked to smile and keep the banter, your voice hitched in your throat and you sighed.
"Daryl?" You whispered, your voice washing away with the wind.
"Mm?"
"Why are you so sweet to me?" He wasn't always- but lately he had been. The two of you had been loyal to each other through out your entire journey...but only recently had he shown actual emotions towards you.
"Just care about you, s'all." He quietly replied. You nodded, lying down on the dirt with your backpack as a pillow.
"I care about you too." You whispered back- but you doubt he heard it. Daryl lied back too- staring at the sky. He then turned so you were both facing the same way. Daryl strung his poncho over the both of you, and you snuggled against him. He strung one arm over you, to keep you from moving from underneath the poncho.
"The nights are getting colder- and since you can't bother to bring a jacket, might as well keep each other warm."

Nice and short :) Hey guys, I know I'm always shamelessly self promoting- but I was wondering if you could check out my Rick fic "the Anti Hero" and give me a little feedback since I'm not too sure about it. Hope you are all well,
Jo x