Don’t be mean (Daryl Dixon)
Requested by @shawtygonemad
Most of this well be on Y/n’s pov but there will be some Daryl’s pov
And you can change it to your name but I’m putting it as Y/n
All I could think about was Y/n and her northern accent she gets when she’s mad and tired. I’ve seen her get mad at people and it honestly makes me wonder where she’s from because she has a thick and heavy northern accent. But I’ve always been to shy to go and even say hi to her. I’ve always liked her and wanted to talk to her since she wondered upon us when the CDC blew up. The only times I’ll talk to her is when we have to go out on a run together but I’ll only manage to get a couple of words out not even a full sentence.
I was on a run with Michonne, Rick, and Carl. We went on a run to get stuff for well Lil ass kicker because Rick nor Carl has given her a name yet and Daryl decided to call her Lil ass kicker so ever since then I’ve called her that. I honestly felt bad for Rick and Carl because Rick lost his wife even though she cheated on him with Shane he still lost he wife, but Carl had to shoot he mother and I couldn’t imagine what that feels like. I was with Rick at the moment searching houses while Carl and Michonne was going to go get something. I was in the kitchen while Rick was searching upstairs. I was going through the cabinets when a I found a bottle of bourbon whiskey. I put it in my bag because why not get wasted later on.
“Find anything yet Rick!” I yelled
“Yea a highchair and a pack of condoms!” Rick yelled back
I started laughing my ass off until Rick walked down the stairs with something behind his back.
“Don’t tell me you grabbed them?”
I giggled a little, then grabbed my bag and helped Rick go grab the highchair. Once we manage to get the highchair in the trunk of the car we leaned against it waiting for Michonne and Carl.
“Hey I’m going to go search this house while we wait for them.”
I walked off without him answering and once I got to the door I banged on it and waited a while. And once I didn’t hear and anything I opened the door with my knife ready for anything to pop out on me. So far I haven’t found anything at all that would be useful for us. I went upstairs to see if there was anything in there and I found a room with a hole in the wall and I looked through it and I saw a crossbow and I immediately thought of Daryl and how he had a crossbow and I remembered that he always has to fix his, so why not get him a new one. I backed away from the wall and went to the door but when I opened the door I got tackled to the ground I looked up and saw a walker was on me and I was confused because I didn’t hear him but when I saw he had his jaw cut of I now knew why. Once I managed to get him off me I stood up and look for my knife but when I saw it, it was under the walker. The walker lunged at me again but I pushed him away and ended up tripping over but I landed by my knife I grabbed it and as soon as the walker was about to take a bite out of my calf I threw my knife in his head.
I got up and grabbed my knife and went in the room and got the crossbow off the wall and decided that was enough so I made it back outside to see that Rick, Michonne, and Carl was waiting for me.
“Your bleeding!” Carl exclaimed while pointing to my side.
I looked at my side to see blood seeking through my tank top.
“I guessed I cut myself while fighting that walker.”
After we made it back to the prison and Hershel patched me up, I realized I still had the crossbow and I didn’t give it to Daryl yet. So after Hershel told me to take it easy with jobs I went to my cell to see the crossbow so I grabbed it and I saw a lip pop out of the bag as well so I grabbed it and decided hey why not make Dixon drink with me. I made it to the cell Daryl stays in and I softly knocked on it.
I walked in the cell and moved the curtain back to cover the doorway.
“Hey, on the run we went on I found this and thought maybe you should have it.”
I handed him the crossbow and shifted to my other foot feeling a little awkward.
“So wanna drink with me Dixon.”
All he did was grunt and I looked at him to see he was looking at the bottle of bourbon.
“I’m going to take that as a yes.”
I sat down at his little table and opened the bottle and took the first sip. After a while I got drunk and Daryl got tispy.
“So Dixon had any siblings?”
“Do you have any siblings?”
“oh uh yea, a brother he’s name was Merle.”
We spent awhile talking about Merle and then it got silent for a while until Daryl broke it.
“ya know, if Merle was here he would think ya accent was fake.”
“Because ya have a thick and heavy accent he would think ya was forcin it.”
“Ahhh yea i’m from Minnesota so,”
“So everyone has a accent like ya.” he smirked
“ya making fun of my accent now, huh.”
He started laughing at my face that I pulled while asking him that.
“Hey at least I dont grunt all the time instead of answering people!” I stated while laughing.
“Hey! I don’t grunt all tha time.”
“mhmm whatever helps ya sleep better at night grumpy.”
“At least i don’t say ‘He’s blowin up a storm” or sum to someone when someone is angry.”
“ well all ya do when someones mad is grunt in annoyance and growl and stare.”
We both laughed at that Daryl looked at me and goes.
“ya know I can’t believe you call people tater tot, like its not tha nickname it’s tha accent that makes me laugh.”
“Hey! you say tater tot with an accent too, so don't come at me.”
We started laughing and after a while we both calmed down and just sat there.
“I think imma go to bed so scram.”
He laughed while I stood up and grabbed the bottle and made it to my cell, and as soon as me head hit the pillow I was out like a light.
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It’s kinda long so I hope y'all don’t mind that.