Mistake | Daryl Dixon x GN!Reader | Imagine #1
Note: This boils down to my random need for my favorite comfort characters to tell me I matter to them.
I usually don’t write imagines but I feel like I might write a longer piece for this later after finally posting all my drafts, so yeah... Small blurb it is.
I’ve never written a story from 2nd POV, so this is another first, haha.
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Warnings: Self-Conscious Reader, Mentions of Suicidal Thoughts, Slight OOC
“What the fuck were you thinking?!”
You stared at him baffled. Sure, you expected that the sort-of-self-sacrificing thing you pulled on your latest supply run would maybe rouse some anger but you honestly didn’t think it would be Daryl’s.
Rick’s, maybe, but not his.
But here you were, your feet aching from walking 20 miles in the last 12 hours, standing in front of a furious Daryl Dixon who you randomly came across in the woods on your way back to the prison. And he was shouting at you.
“I had a plan!”, you defended yourself but even in your ears it sounded kind of dumb.
You weren’t thinking during that moment when you had locked the door in front of Glenn’s face, shot off your gun and ran away to distract the walkers from the others. You just wanted your friends to be safe.
They were important to you. More than they knew. They were your family even if you didn’t particularly show that you felt this way about them, and you didn’t want to lose your family twice.
It would probably kill you if any of them died. Each of them was important to the group and contributed in ways you were unable to.
If anyone had to sacrifice themselves, it should be you. You weren’t as connected to the others, as you met them while traveling alone, so it would hurt them less. You were not as important as Daryl or Glenn or even Maggie. That’s at least what you thought.
But it seemed like you were wrong.
“What plan? To kill yourself?! There was no need for you to do that! The door would’ve been strong enough!”
His words stung. Deep down you sort of knew he was right. The door would have probably been able to hold out against the walkers but you didn’t want to take any chances. You sighed.
“It doesn’t matter, okay? I made it out alive.”
This time remained unsaid but the deep furrow of his brows made it clear that he knew exactly what you were thinking.
You wanted to walk past him but he pushed you back with two fingers, clearly not yet done with this stupid discussion.
“It doesn’t matter? Rick had to return to Carl and explain why you weren’t with us, the last two days we had to think you were dead!”
“Why are you so worked up about this? You barely even talk to me when we’re in the same room!”
It just didn’t make any sense. Why was he so angry? You always felt like there was a certain distance between you and him. He was never the one to stir up a conversation with you, so why...
“Because you matter to me! You’re important to me! And if you think about pulling any sacrificial bullshit again, I’ll make sure you’ll regret it forever!”
