Ode to an Angel-Chapter 8
A/N: Hello! I have been away due to some problems. I wasn’t able to upload new chapters because I didn’t have my laptop with me. But I’m back!! I kind of tried Daryl’s pov in this chapter and I’m honestly happy about! I hope you’ll like it too!
From now on, new chapters will be posted every Sunday! So Chapter 9 will pe posted August 9th. As always, the feedback is always appreciated! Love you! Happy reading!
Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Female Reader
The recommended song for this chapter is Touch by Daughter.
Pink morning clouds were hanging in the Georgian sky, slowly following the East wind. Everyone in the prison were in rush to get ready for the fight with the Governor.
You’d just came back from Woodbury yesterday; it has been a day since Daryl had left with his brother, Merle. Carol and Axel were in the field, talking. Beth and Carl were in one corner, and Hershel was in the prison field.
He was talking about making this place our permanent home, about growing crops and plants to eat, about making it a living place. And wanted it, too. But the Governor…you had to fight the Governor first.
And you were just finished with placing the wooden pallets to cover yourselves when the fight comes eventually.
Your mind was at Daryl every second since yesterday. Was he alright? Of course, he was alright, he was Daryl. Was he happy about his decision? You didn’t know.
It surprised you to realize how much it hurt you to see him go like that. You tried to deny the feelings you had for Daryl, pretended to not know that you’d, in fact, liked him very much, and cared about him more than anything in the world.
You stopped ignoring the fact, simply because he was gone. You didn’t have to fear that you would get too close and end up hurt.
But you did end up hurt, even though you tried not to get close. You pushed the thought to back of your mind.
You saw Rick outside the fences, not understanding what he was doing. He was, still, in a bad state. When you’d returned from Woodbury yesterday, there were a bunch of people who Carl let in. They were fairly in bad shape and had told you that they had just lost someone.
You believed them to be good people; they were willing to help you with anything and said they would live far away from you as possible. It was a reasonable decision to accept them. You needed the numbers against the Governor.
But Rick…Well, Rick was at somewhere else. He was acting crazy, and all of a sudden, he started shouting. At first, you took it in stride. The guy had just lost his wife. He was healing, he’d held his daughter for the first time and returned to business.
The thing that bent you out of shape was the look on his face. You understood that he didn’t trust those people, that he didn’t want to help them. You truly understood him. However, he didn’t understand any of you.
The way he looked at Hershel when he told him to be in charge, it was as if he looked at a child who wouldn’t stop making a noise about something. You hated it. It was the look that Gareth had gave you and your brother.
You needed to talk to him. He saved you once, and now he was one of the things that kept you going. You couldn’t lose him too. Glenn held you back the first time, but now, he wasn’t here to keep you from talking to Rick. You started walking towards his direction, and used the breach to get out of the fences.
He was moving his arms around and murmuring something when you approached him from behind. He didn’t seem to hear you coming through the fences.
“Everything okay?” you asked, making him turn to you.
“Yea,” he replied. He was now facing you, but he turned his head to check behind him, then turned back to you.
Your gaze was on him, studying him. It was like you were getting to know him all over again. “Are you sure?” you didn’t want to push his buttons, but you were worried about him at the same time. You didn’t want to lose him too.
“I said it’s fine, don’t bother yourself, Y/N,” he said, checking his back. There was this look again. The same look he gave Hershel the other day. And it was enough to let your anger out.
You sighed as you spoke, “I don’t like the way you look at me, Rick,” the words poured one by one, “in fact, I don’t like the way you look at any of us,” you sounded pissed and you were.
He didn’t reply and kept the look on his face.
“It’s like we’re all bunch of idiots who don’t know any better,” you continued, “but let me tell you, we do, and we’re doing a lot better than you are,” you couldn’t stop yourself.
He frowned, trying to process your words, “Look—” he tried to speak but you stopped him.
“No, I’m not done, I know it’s hard, and I know you’re grieving, but you can’t treat us like that,” the look was gone, he didn’t look angry anymore, he just looked- sad. And it broke your heart. “We could’ve helped those people, and they could’ve helped us. We can’t give up on who we—”
Rick’s eyes widened when a gunshot interrupted you. He got a hold of your arm and pushed you behind him. Your hand found its way to the pistol that was strapped around your thigh in its holster when you saw the Governor holding a machine gun aimed at the prison field. You saw Axel’s body falling to the ground.
“Get back!” Rick shouted at you through the noise of gunshots.
You ran into the longer pieces of grass and threw yourselves on the ground. “Shit!” you cried as you fell on your left elbow. Rick was just a foot away from you next to the bridge.
“I see him,” he whisper shouted as he loaded his rifle. He straightened up, aiming at the woods. He had shot a few bullets when more came your way.
“Get the fuck down,” you yelled, putting emphasis on each word.
A few minutes later the gunshots were over. You waited for a few seconds to wait for another round of fires. It didn’t come. The atmosphere was so quite now that you could hear your own hear beat.
Then an ice cream truck came over with full speed and entered the prison field, tearing down the fences. You got up on your knees to get a better look on the the truck, sporting yourself with one hand on the fence.
Moments later, the back of the truck opened to let out dozens of the walkers inside the fences.
“Hershel, get out of there!” Rick shouted.
“Rick,” you called up when you saw another dozen of walkers approaching out from the woods. You started to shoot them one by one until your bullets ran out, as well as Rick’s.
You started to make your way towards the small breach on the fences, but soon your tracks were stopped by more walkers. You drew your hunting knife from your belt and shoved it through the skull of one of them, and Rick handled another one with the back of his gun.
Rick was walking in front of you when one of the walkers got a grip of the fabric of your shirt. Thankfully, you were faster than the dead. You kicked it on its chest, making him fall into the brook.
You were about to take another one, but you heard a familiar whistle and the walker fell on the ground with a bolt in its skull.
You wondered if you were in the same state as Rick was… imagining things. But no… you wouldn’t imagine the man with the blade for a hand. But he was attacking the walkers one by one.
Then, your eyes landed on the archer, loading his crossbow and shooting a clean headshot on another walker.
Daryl wasn’t happy to see his brother behind the bars in the prison, though it wasn’t an unusual view for him. He had gone to several police stations for a number of times to bail Merle out.
Even though Merle was the older brother, Daryl had found himself looking after him multiple times, whether it’d be picking him up from shitty parties or from jail. It was fine with him, didn’t have anything better to do anyway, he always thought.
But now, the things were different. He’d got whole bunch of people to look after. People who seemed to care about him. Although, he didn’t make up his mind why? Why would they care about him?
And then, there were you. You had showed him that you’d cared about him. You didn’t want him going with Merle. It stunned him so much that he didn’t know what to say. Why would you want him to stay anyway? You were far more capable of taking care of yourself and the other around you. You didn’t need him, he thought.
You were college educated, knowledgeable woman who knew when to say what that he didn’t understand why you cared about him, an old dirty redneck.
But at the same time, he’d found himself caring deeply about you. When he was out there with Merle, he couldn’t stop thinking about you for a second. Just for a moment, he considered not going with Merle, just for you, he wouldn’t go.
He realized that he would rather die than to see your eyes shine with tears of sadness. He would rather see them glow with life when you’d smile at him. He would walk through fire just to make sure you were okay without thinking twice about it.
Merle was sticking his arms through the metal bars, supporting his weight, “lordy be, where’s tha’ peach ya been talkin’ about, lil bro?”
“Shut up, man,” Daryl warned his big brother before walking out of the cellblock with you.
He walked towards the exit door of the cellblock, one hand on the strap of his crossbow, watching his steps. He opened the door and bumped into a smaller figure. He lifted his head and saw you. “Oh, sorry,” you said with a soft smile.
And there you were standing in front of him, with a little smile on your lips, smile that outshined the sun itself, Daryl thought to himself.
“Nah, s’ fine,” Daryl talked with his usual southern drawl, then moved aside to make room for you to go your way, so you did.
Daryl felt the heat spread through his body, to his chest, his back, and his ears. There he was again, not knowing what to do with himself. He stood next to the open door and watched you walk away from him. He couldn’t have his limbs moving, couldn’t go his way, just kept watching you leave.
Then, to his surprise, you stopped and turned back to him. You walked and stood right in front of him. He didn’t even time to get embarrassed about getting caught watching you.
You started speaking, “can I talk to you?” He couldn’t properly see you since his return to the prison because of all that was happening. But in reality, he didn’t know what to do or say.
“mm, hmm,” Daryl hummed as a response and you took him by the hand and dragged him outside the cellblock. The area was lonely, it was just the two of you.
You let go of his hand once you were outside, but Daryl still felt the warmth of your palm. How could he not? It felt like the sunlight on his skin. He couldn’t’ believe how everything about you was glowy like the sun.
Daryl looked at the sky when he realized he was looking at you for too long.The Georgian sun had left its place to red clouds and navy sky.
“I’m glad you’re back,” you started, “here with us.” He looked back at you when you spoke.
Daryl wondered how a human voice could be so soothing. “Never shoulda left,” he mumbled.
“No, that’s the thing,” you were looking at him in the eye, “you were right, it’s your brother. I was being selfish.” You finished.
“Ya ain’t selfish,” in Daryl’s eyes, you didn’t have one selfish bone in you.
Daryl didn’t move his gaze away from you, scared that you would disappear any time.
“I am so happy you’re here,” you said again as you hugged him. Your voice was lower than before.
Your arms were wrapped around his large figure, as you placed your chin on his shoulder. Daryl held his breath, not wanting to let you know how his heart started pacing. Suddenly, he was wrapped around a cloud of warmth. He gave in and hesitantly put his arms on your back.
You stayed in the comfort of his embrace for a while, and Daryl wasn’t complaining.
His arms unwrapped as you slowly pulled away from the hug, your cheek brushing his. Just as Daryl was about to break the hug, you pressed your lips against his.
He was petrified, unable to move. But the thought was that if you could feel his heart bumping in his chest and how soft your lips were.
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