Daryl Dixon one-shots

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POV: Daryl pushes you into the lake.

Y/N had been fishing for hours, she hadn't caught a single fish. She was starting to become frustrated, and her patience was wearing thin. As she cast the line out for what felt like the hundredth time today, she was suddenly pushed from behind.

Before she knew it, she was tumbling headfirst into the lake, her clothes being soaked by the cold water. When she came up for air, Y/N spotted Daryl on the shore bent over laughing.

"What the hell, Daryl?" she yelled; her voice sharp with annoyance. Daryl just chuckled, the sound low and rumbling. "You looked like you could use a swim," he laughed.

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn't help but feel some affection for him. "Thanks a lot now I'm all wet," she said, her voice dry. Daryl waded into the water, his clothes quickly getting soaked. "I'm sorry I couldn't resist," he said making his way over to her.

As Daryl got closer Y/N splashed water at him, feeling a sense of playfulness wash over her. "You're lucky I like you" she said as he turned to look at her. Daryl grinned "I know but ill make it up to you, I promise."