Daryl Dixon one-shots

Approval

POV: Daryl tells you, you did a good job.

Daryl watched on as Y/N expertly took down a walker, her knife slicing through it's skull with ease. He couldn't help but feel proud.

"nice job," he said, giving her a small smile.

Y/N looked at him, her face breaking into a grin, "thanks" she said whilst she wiped the walker blood from her knife on her pants.

Daryl watched as she continued to clear the area, her movements quick and precise. He knew that she was still learning, but he could see potential in her, She was going to be a force to be reckoned with.

Soon Y/N was back inside the prison and Daryl made his way over, "you did good today," he stated catching her off guard. 

Y/N looked up at him, surprise written all over her face "really?" she questioned in disbelief.

Daryl's eyes met hers, "yea you did good, and you're getting better every day" he grinned.

Y/N smiled, her eyes shinning. "Thank you," she said before walking away to get cleaned up.