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Warnings: Fluff and some sadness.
Summary: Daryl and the reader grow closer while Rick sorts out a deal without her knowledge.
Over the next few days life grew quiet. Everything seemed to be at some level of normalcy, minus the fact that you were still bundled up in Alexandria and almost never letting Daryl out of your sights. And over this time you noticed one similarity Daryl had with your father. He seemed to always carry around one particular weapon.
“What’s it’s name?” You one day asked while eating your lunch. Peanut butter sandwich with the crusts cut off. Carol had made it for you, seeing as Daryl was on edge with a tiny tile following him around almost constantly.
“Your crossbow, what’s its name?” You asked again at the answer of silence. This time pointing a finger out in the direction of the weapon and raising eyebrows at Daryl for an answer.
“I don’t think it has a name sweetie.” Carol came up from behind, filling your cup of water halfway again and allowing her hand to brush lightly over your hair and land on your shoulder momentarily. She had become fond of you as you had with Daryl.
For a moment you almost seemed displeased, why hadn’t he given his weapon a name?
“Lucille has a name, why don’t you name yours?” Your fingers scooted your plate aside as you focused all attention on Daryl who sat back against the wall, picking at his knife.
His silence made you angry, he usually would reply with at least a one worded answer. But not this time, and if anything you hated being ignored. Just like your Daddy.
“Wanna hear a story?” Your childish tone came out with excitement as you moved and sat on the floor right in front of the man. Legs crossed as his were.
Daryl scoffed slightly, earning him an unamused glance from both you and Carol.
“She’s named after my momma.” The words just slipped from your lips, making you push them tightly together in fear that anything else might slip out. “She died right after this started. I watched it happen...” You added, fingers fidgeting tighter and tighter together in the memory of that’s had happened.
“Sorry.” Daryl sympathized for you, bringing his eyes upward momentarily to look into yours so you knew he meant it.
“She played baseball.” You continued, eyes looking all around. “Taught me how to hit the ball and everything.”
There was a thick moment of silence hanging in the air. Everybody avoided eye contact, especially with you.
“My brother-“ Daryl finally broke the thick tension. “taught me how to shoot my crossbow.” His words made you look up into his eyes, smiling just a little bit.
“Did he turn?” You curiously and innocently asked.
His short answer was enough to make you hurdle forward and wrap your arms around his waste in love and comfort.
For a moment he didn’t know how to respond, but slowly he wrapped his arms around you, soon realizing that you were crying.
“Daryl.” Neither of you had realized Carol wasn’t around you, but instead at the door with Rick and a few others who wished to speak to you.
It was almost reluctantly that he let go of you, only to wipe your tears away with his thumb before nudging you to stand up and acknowledge Rick.
“You ready sweetheart?” Rick asked you directly, with a hand on his hip.
“Ready for what?” You too placed your hand on your hip copying him, it was a small game you guys had played over the Small course of your time here.
“Ready to go see your family.”
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