Don't mention it (Daryl x Reader)

|~Outburst, Death, Sadness~|(6)

Warning- Mention of drugs, death and slight gore

Grabbing the hem of her shirt, she took in a shaky breath, raising the right side halfway up, a small gasp left his lips as he came face to face with her side resting on her lower side was a large snake head, a rose intertwined with it 

"What, you gasped, oh I'm infected aren't I?" Y/n started to panic 

"You have a tattoo" He said shocked 

"Yes, and you don't?" She said confused looking down at Daryl who slowly stood up, she looked at the skull on his hand and the other tattoo on the inside of his right arm

"Yeah but that's massive and its the head or a snake with a rose" He brushed it off as some weird tattoo 

Smirking, She rolled up the bottom of her jean leg, showing the end of a snake tail with the bottom of some petals

"It's a whole ass snake, not just the head" he laughed at this before turning serious, the memory of the close call going through his head

"We tell no one about this, it was a close call, to close, don't look like you're hurt though" His tone was serious and scary now, Y/n only nodded "I'll grab some squirrels, you watch for a heard just in case they were stragglers, search the cars" Daryl's voice was all serious and mean, like that single moment of fun didn't happen  

"Okay" Y/n mumbled, she stalked off looking upset.

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"You ready?" He asked, about 6 squirrels hanging from his belt 

"Yeah, urm I found some more stuff, split it between what we take to the farm and under the car" She looked down, feeling awkward around his after the little outburst.

"Fuck it, put it all under the car, I don't trust that everything is going to stay peachy at the farm" He grabbed the bag that sat on the car with cans and water bottles in it

"Are those full?" He pointed to the 5 jerry cans that sat next to the car 

"Four if them are, one is about a quarter full" She said in a small voice

"Put that stuff under the car, I'll sort the jerry cans out with the bike, fit everything on" He said gruffly walking away 

Y/n laid down on her stomach again, placing the bag under the car, centering it so it couldn't be seen from just walking around, soft footsteps edged closer, panicking she quickly lifted herself up swinging the small hunting knife

"I just saved your damn life, this is my thank you?" Daryl stood there, holding her wrist, the knife aimed for his head, his tone half joking

"Sorry" Y/n said quickly, feeling awkward round the scruffy man after his small outburst, they were having fun after a close call and then he just went all serious

"No, no, it's good, now come on its getting dark" He started to soften up again, maybe that's why, he felt he was going soft, I mean what would his brother think? Going soft for a pansy ass girl? 

The two walked back over to where the bike was stationed, the jerry cans were sat around the bike, rope wrapped around them in a backpack shape, two pieces of rope sat looser than the others as backpack straps 

"Tied it like a backpack, you're gonna have to carry it, that okay?" He asked sounding proud of himself that he thought of a solution

"Help me?" Y/n asked going to pick up the 4 full jerry cans but struggling slightly seeing as they were filled with liquid, the fifth one that was only a quarter full had been put into the bike seeing as its fuel was running low.