Writting prompt - Prison era drabble
Prompt: "I just don’t want to be alone tonight”
Daryl Dixon x reader (no use of y/n)
Hey guys sorry it's been a minute - was in a car accident lol. I'm mostly alr now tho! Lemme know if you want a part two for this one I have a few ideas in mind :) Enjoy!
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A peaceful silence stretched over the prison as Daryl crawled into bed. It was past midnight before he had finally admitted defeat and sulked back from hunting. His muscles screamed at him, adding to his misery, as trudged home from another unsuccessful day. A few meagre squirrels and a fox was all he had to show for his efforts. Barely enough to feed half the mouths at the prison. The guilt and pressure was weighing heavy on him, sapping his already depleted energy stores. By the time he found his cell, he didn’t even have the strength to find his clothes. He simply stripped to his boxers and let the comfort of sleep engulf him.
Daryl had never been a heavy sleeper (even before the world went to shit) and tonight was no exception. The sounds of muffled sobbing roused him from his slumber. He reached for his knife on instinct and cautiously crept down the hall. His heart broke when he got to the door of your cell.
The archer always had a soft spot for you, your unwavering kindness to both him and Merle in the early days of the outbreak had never been forgotten. In fact, it did the opposite. Your infectious smile and selflessness endeared yourself to him on a level that he was not quite comfortable with. Sure you were gorgeous, but his developing crush felt deeper than just that. And that scared him more than he wanted to admit. The approaching sound of footsteps snapped Daryl out of his thoughts. It had suddenly dawned on him lingering half naked outside your door is maybe not a situation he wanted to have to explain to you. He turned to walk away.
“Daryl?” You whispered, peaking your head from behind your cell’s curtain.
Tears still clung to your eyelashes as he turned to face you. His heart broke even harder as he looked into your eyes. He could see the fear, from what he guessed was a nightmare, still lingering in them. Your tear streaked face and shallow breaths melted any resolve he had left, and all rationality along with it.
“Can you-” “Do yer want-” you both interrupted each other. This brought a slight smile to your lips. Daryl's gaze zeroed in on those plump lips, shame growing in his cheeks as he thought about how he would like to use that pretty mouth. But not tonight. You were still shaking, and deep down he knew you deserved better than an incompetent loner like himself.
“Could I…” you begin, lowering your gaze in embarrassment. “Can I join you? I just… I just don’t want to be alone tonight”
His already broken heart shattered at the smallness in your voice. He grunted something which vaguely sounded like “alrigh’” as he turned around. His ears were burning as his heart raced. You both snuck through the corridor and he swore you could hear his heartbeat echoing in the silence.
You awkwardly hovered by his bed as he grabbed a shirt. “Ain’t gonna bite yer. You can get in” he mumbled as he yanked the top on. When he pulled it down, the site that met him sent a jolt of electricity through him. You. In his bed. It unlocked a possessive side of him he didn’t know he had. His body lit on fire as his mind raced - unable to process the range of emotions and feelings that this had opened up. His palms began to sweat as blood thumped in his ears. You took his breath away.
Reflected by the moonlight, your beauty filled his room in an almost angelic way. Your long hair cascaded like dark silk across his pillow as it spilt over your bare shoulder. The pale silver light tracing the line of your collarbone and the curve of your form. He was almost jealous of the night, wishing it was him who was tracing your smooth skin.
“Umm Daryl?” You whispered, a slight giggle in your voice.
“Your shirts inside out”. Your soft lips curled into a smile. Daryl's cheeks burned as he turned around. Not just embarrassed, but reminded of that perfect mouth of yours.
This was going to be a long night.
