The bright light fell through the leaves in thin beams and blinded the group, which moved in peace in the clearing. Morality was not the best, so the desire to have a conversation was definitely at historic lows. You were on the way and also found some boats but these were unfortunately far from suitable. Many were small, similar to what you had just left, but unfortunately without a kitchen or the possibility of each having a bed. You traveled on, with great discouragement from Madison, from town to town, moving mostly on foot. The best thing would be to find a car that could transport you all, but you hadn’t been lucky until then. Rick, Michonne and Alicia were looking for firewood. Together with Madison, Maggie took care of Judith. Glenn and Carol prepared a clearing that was free of leaves and branches so you could sleep, while you took care of the hearth and Daryl and Travis returned with the loot. Part of you were glad not to eat more fish…
“Hey, who is this beautiful girl?”
A voice made you turn and paint a smile on your face.
“You’re pretty, so let me tell you.” Nick glanced at Judith, who turned to him. He picked her up and began to look around the clearing. “Do you know what I’d like to have now? A Coke. Maybe one day, when you’re old enough to drink one, we’ll still find some of them wrapped up.” He paused to think about it. “One day, I’ll tell you what a school is, but you know what, you didn’t miss so much, but you would have been a princess there.” Finally, a word she could understand in all this conversation. “Princess!”, Judith agreed and nodded. Her father always said it, and so did the others. So it had to be true, she was a princess. It wasn’t clear to her what exactly a princess was or what she did, but she had seen faded pictures and drawings in the time they were in the kindergarten. It didn’t seem to be bad. They wore beautiful clothes and smiled the whole time. “Princess.”, Judith repeated. You, who had come from the other side of the clearing to find a stick to accelerate the fire, smiled at the sight. You hadn’t often met children during the travels, but each time they clung like a gum to Nick’s shoe sole. He knew how to deal with the children, how to make them feel good, busy and not bored, and what to do when they cried or had a temper tantrum. He not only knew how to do it, he was happy to be with them. You folded your arms across your chest and leaned your back against a tree, your eyes following Nick, who showed Judith the trees and told what once was a forest at a place called Middle-earth where the trees could run and talk. You shook your head, giggling. At that moment, a shadow came past you, you had only a short time to look up to see Daryl passing and he threw to Nick a murderous gaze and a look of guilt on your back. You sighed and went back to the fire. Daryl was sitting on the ground and began to skin the prey more than it was necessary. In those two weeks his anger had increased day by day. Half awaken, before falling asleep, all the time. He would rather be angry with himself, this boy wasn’t to blame. No more blame than to be young, disgustingly charming, at least he imagined it as you saw him, good at defending himself and who knows how many other stupid qualities. Judith also worshiped him and followed him like a shadow. Daryl gave him one last look and then threw the rabbit’s skin into a corner to feed the insects… “I’ll prepare it.” You came with a pot to Daryl, which already contained a pre-heated prey, tomatoes, some crumbled spice, and nuts you’d found in a house a few days ago. “There’s going to be a gourmet dinner tonight. If that’s what we can call it.”, you said smilingly, sitting next to Daryl and cutting the rabbit to pieces, the man uttering something that sounded and snorted like a grunt, so you sighed and as Daryl began to stand up, you stopped him by holding him by the arm. “Wait, we have to talk…”
“What?” Daryl hated that sentence. He was someone who preferred to do things instead of saying them, but he wasn’t afraid to face a speech that needed to be addressed. The Apocalypse forces you to confront people. It has to be done because sometimes there is no second chance. He moistened his lips, shifted his weight from one foot to the other and sat down again. You waited a moment before you started to speak.
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Fight The Dead Fear The Living (Daryl Dixon x Reader｜Nick Clark x Reader)
Fanfiction"Nothing ever happened between us because you've never done anything for it. You always stayed alone." "I understand. But nobody gives me anything here.", Daryl said, still looking at Y/N. Who knows how many outstretched hands he had ignored in his...
