Je vous aime {I love you}

Description:THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING IV"E EVER WRITTEN OMG ITS SO CUTE HELP ME!!! || Reader and Daryl are walking in the forest and she tries to teach him some French that she learned from high school. No warnings or spoilers!

The low hanging fog left a damp feeling to the earth. If you were focused enough, you’d be able to smell the freshly fallen rain and newly upturned dirt. It was one of the only joys of being outside all the time these days. The rain.

She skips up to Daryl’s side, realizing a little too late that he had kept walking after she got distracted by yet another newly blossoming flower.

“So” She breathes, “Did you know… that the trees can hear our thoughts?” She asks, almost glowing in the sunlight.

“What?” He frowns, “That sounds like one of your fairytales” He says grinning to himself, his head bowing a little.

“Who says I wasn’t talking about one of em?” Her eyes flutter to him for a moment. “See? You thought I actually believed that” She frowns.

“I’m not stupid Daryl Dixon”.

No, you’re not, you’re perfect. He was too scared of what she’d say if he told her how he really thought of her. Surly she knows he cares, he even tried learning wildflower names for her, writing them down or doodling them when he went out alone just to tell her a random detail about them once he got back home.It had made her smile that soft, shy, wonderful grin that made his heart throb and his stomach do a weird thing he worried wasn’t normal the first few times.

“Mhm, I know that” he nods, a seriousness replacing the smile he held seconds ago he looks at her until she returns his gaze and like usual, their little dancecontinues.

Another moment passes, she admires the butterflies and he tracks the trail of a deer he nicked with an arrow a mile back. That was their thing. She was soft, vibrant, alive, and he stood back and watched it all, taking her in, soaking in the way she lived so that maybe one day he saw the world how she sees it, still beautiful.

“Hey Dixon?” She inquires, that shy yet bubbly smile draws itself back onto her face.

He chuckles from his nose. “Yeah bunny?”

He did not—

“Daryl! Don’t call me that” she shoots him a glare and pushes him playfully and he stumbles to the side.

“Watch it girl, yer gonna make me lose the trail” he breathes, realigning himself he finds the stag’s wavering footsteps once again.

“Anyway!“ Their eyes meet and for a second their pace slows. ”…Did you know that the word forest in French is ’silva’?“ She questions, adding on the British accent for a smoother pronunciation.

Daryl’s nose crinkles and he nearly snorts. "What? Where’d ya hear that?” He asks, looking back down to the tracks for a second.

“In French class, senior year… it’s one of the only classes I paid attention too.”

That’s something he didn’t know about her… Something that made his heart skip. She spoke some French… cool.

“OOH!!” She exclaims so loudly that Daryl nearly drops his bow. “Daryl you should try to say something in French, I could teach you” She says, the corner of her mouth forming into a smile.

He wants to say no, because he knows he will mess up and sound like a fool, but how could he? Looking at her lingering smile that she held because of being in his presence.. and in nature made it very fucking difficult to decline. So he doesn’t.

“Uh, sure. Go ahead then” He mumbles, his thumb working at the metal on his bow nervously.

“Okay… Say each word after me” She says and they both stop walking and turn to each other.

“Je”

Daryl’s cheeks flush. “Je”

Her lips pursed in an attempt to hold back a giggle. “vous”.

“Vous”

“aime”

He clears his throat “Aime”

“You did it! Oh and…” She moves closer to him and he watches, confused as she holds his hands in hers. “I love you too, Dixon” She whispers, dropping his hand she reaches up and tucks a bit of his hair behind his ear, eyes remaining locked for a moment.

His heart skips, he feels light and its the best feeling ever and he never wants it to end. This girl just tricked him into saying I love you when he couldn’t even bring himself to tell her on his own. He was glad that by not denying it, she might know now.

“So, let’s go get this deer and bring it back home so everyone has something to eat hm?” She chirps, her hands dropping from his face as she walks onward.

He chuckles. “Uhm, Bunny? It’s this way” He mumbles pointing up the hill on their left where the tracks suddenly lead.

“Oh… right, I was testing you obviously” She shrugs, running to his side.

Daryl smiles, the only thing that mattered anymore was this damn girl and he wasn’t gonna stop at anything to keep her by his side forever.

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She’s just gone

Description:I really don’t know what this is, but I hate Leah so much so LMFAO enjoy it regardless of your opinion on her|| Daryl and reader are out on a run when they stumble on the cabin that he met Leah in a while ago. Only, he hasn’t told her about Leah yet. Cursewarnings, mild spoilers for season 10 episode 18 ig.

“Were you ever going to tell me?”

Daryl’s gaze lowers to the ground. The note still in his hand. He wants to rip it up. Somehow, someway, he wants it to disappear and he wants her memory of it to vanish too. Anything to reset this damn day. They shouldn’t have come this way. He shouldn’t have let her choose the road that lead here, he knew where it went and he didn’t stop her. Why? Was it that deep down he wanted her to find it? That he still remembered how painful that summer was and that he wanted nothing more than to get this pain and guilt off his chest? He knew it was—He’s so fucking stupid.

“Yeah, I was but I didn’t know how” He whispers, a heavy layer of guilt coats his lungs and he feels it become harder to breathe. Fuck.

“W-” She stops. “When? When was it?”.

The pain in her voice is enough to make him want to rip his fucking heart out. Why the fuck didn’t he say anything? He loved her. Not Leah…

Their eyes lock for a moment. Only a moment. “After Rick” Pain pinpricks in his throat at his best friend’s name.

She calculates the date in her head for a moment. “When we started talking…” She breathes, eyes wondering off somewhere into the far distance as she realizes.

Their timelines crossed. Only barely, but he had them both on his mind at the same time. She feels her heart ache and her breath hitch.

“Was I a rebound?”

Daryl’s eyes went round. “What? No why the hell would ya say that?!” he hisses, casting the note to Leah onto the cabin floor.

She had no right to suggest that. Did she not know how hard it was for him to love? To open up? She was crazy to think that she was only a rebound. Daryl didn’t work like that. He didn’t just- fuck. He fell in love with her.

“We ain’t doin this here” He cuts her off as she’s about to speak again, grabbing his crossbow from the porch, he swings it over his shoulder and walks towards the door.

“Daryl!” She pleads, but he continues towards his bike.

Her jaw clenches. “Daryl don’t you fucking dare walk away from me!” She argues, storming off the porch after him, she watches as he stops and slowly turns to meet her angry eyes.

His brows furrow. “What is there to talk about huh? You done made up your goddamn mind! I ain’t good enough for ya! You say I aint cared for ya!?” He’s pointing at her angrily now. “That you’re a fuckin’ rebound?! Thats bullshit!” He yells, his arms falling to his side.

Tears fill her eyes as she struggles to keep them locked on his. His frown slowly disappears and it’s replaced with an expression she can’t quite read.

“You know what Daryl?” She grips her drawstring bag anxiously. “I don’t know what went down, but If it was so important that we’re fighting now… instead of you reassuring me that it was nothing… Then maybe you and I need a break” She finishes and turns back towards the path they came from.

The corner of his mouth falls. “Where ya goin?”

“Home…” She says and instantly his heart stops.

She never ever called Alexandria home. She called him home. She said that no matter where they ended up living her only home would be him. Now she’s calling a place home, not him.

And just like that. He watches as she walks away, not even bothering to look back. His body is aching to punch something right now. To kill something. So he’ll do that. He mounts his bike, starts the engine, and as she disappears into the evening light he drives the opposite way.

She’s just gone.

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