🔅Request: Can u please do an imagine where the reader is Daryl sister and has really strong feeling for rick and he feels the same way🔅 (I hope you like it!)
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Ever since Merle’s death, Daryl has been treating me like I was a child. When we were kids, he would jump in between my dad’s belt and my face, he was always the sweet one out of us three. He was overprotective, but that was okay, I felt safe whenever he was around.
When we joined the only group of survivors we knew, I didn’t imagine I would fall so hard for the leader that saved my ass so many times.
I had this strange feeling that Daryl sensed there was something off about the way I looked at Rick, but it was impossible to hide it, he really got me crazy.
-The hell are ya lookin’ at? —he asked when heart eyes were drawn on my face.
-What? —I woke up from the daydream I was having about Rick and I. —I wasn’t even looking at anything!
-Yeah you were. —Daryl said pointing his fingers at me. —You were lookin’ at Rick.
-No, I wasn’t!
-Yeah, you were!
We kept arguing like little kids until Rick heard, laughed at us and decided to check what was the huge problem we were trying to solve like mature adults.
-No, I wasn’t!
-Yeah, you were!
-Woah, —Ricked stepped in with a little laugh. —what’s going on?
We yelled at him, blaming the other for the argument that probably called all the walkers around. As it was usual, Daryl left when there was a chance of reasonable talk, but he always did it. He looked at me, then looked at Rick and just left.
-Is he okay? —his words were directed to me, like little butterflies roaming inside my guts and a symphony resounding in my ears. I felt like a girl, when the captain of the football team smiles at you in the hallway. Now the leader of a group trying to survive during the apocalypse was sliding words at me, and it was like I was flying through time and space.
-Yeah, you know him. —I finally got my throat to make a human sound.
For some reason, when I was with Rick, I felt all my energy vibrating and escaping through my pores, but it didn’t fly away and reached the clouds, I felt it coming back to me. Hopefully, he felt the same way about me, hopefully he shared the butterflies and the music with me, I don’t know.
Strangely, whenever I thought of him, I thought of my brother. I know, creepy. He didn’t agree with me being all over Rick but he just needed to understand that it was just the way I felt and there was nothing I could do about it.
-Listen, I —Daryl found me sitting alone. —I know what’s up.
-What’s up with what?
-You and… —he made a pause. —well, Rick.
-And what’s up? —I was curious where this little talk was going to.
-I heard him talking to Carol. He said somethin’ ‘bout ya, like he liked you or somethin’, I dunno.
-Oh.
-Yeah. I wanted to tell ya that I’m fine with it. —he didn’t seem convinced of his own words.
-Really? —I smiled. He nodded and patted my left knee, that was about the biggest display of love that Daryl Dixon could give, even to his baby sister. I kissed him on the cheek, I really loved him, I wasn’t supposed to say this but he was always my favorite brother.
I ran to find Rick. Daryl’s little speech was a green light for me to go ahead and find him.
-Rick! —I yelled. My voice guarded despair and hope, so it was loud and it made the situation sound like I was in danger, maybe I was.
-(Y/N)? —he answered my prayers. When I saw him, I just ran to him and hugged him , trying to get every piece of his body connect with mine, wanting to glue our hearts together. He smiled and kissed my forehead.
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