Daryl Dixon one-shots

Smoking guns

POV: Daryl giving you a smoke.

Daryl and Y/N had just finished taking out a horde of walkers near the fence, their adrenaline still pumping through their veins, They sat down on a nearby log, both of them breathing heavily.

"Damn," Daryl said, shaking his head. "That was intense." Daryl pulled out a pack of smokes, offering one to Y/N.

"Here, this'll calm your nerves" he said with a grunt. Y/N took the smoke letting Daryl light it, she inhaled deeply. The nicotine calming her jangled nerves. 

"Thanks" she smiled as did Daryl, his eyes crinkling at the corners. "No worries."

They sat there for a while longer, smoking and talking, their bond growing stronger with each passing moment. They knew that the world was a dangerous place. but as long as they had each other, they knew that they could face anything that came their way. 

(Sorry this one is so much shorter then the rest)