Daryl Dixon/Norman Reedus Imagines

Wedding Part 2

Amanda's POV

We kept walking for about an hour or so more. My mind kept trying ti figure out what this surprise he had for me was. I would be lying if I didn't say I was nervous, but I was also excited. My mind then went to the way he looked at me when he asked me if I trusted him. It showed some doubt. I've known my husband for a little bit over a year now and I've never once not trusted him. His eyes changed when I told him that. We finally came ti what looked like an old town. I looked to Daryl and arched an eyebrow up to him. He just smirked and grabbed my hand, 

"come on babe". 

He led me into the town, until we were in front of a specific store. Daryl quickly kicked in the door and aimed his crossbow with me behind him, gun raised He went to the left and I went right making sure the area was clear. My side was. I put my gun back in its holster and looked around for the first time where we were exactly. I looked around to all the artwork on the walls. The chairs and rooms with mirrors in them. A tattoo parlor. Why the hell did Daryl bring me here? I then felt arms snake around my waist from behind. I smiled as I felt his stubble as he began kissing my neck. He found my spot and began nibbling on it, as I moaned. I reached my arm u and pulled his head harder into my neck, which caused him to moan. I quickly turned around facing him and brought my lips to his forcefully. I felt him smile into the kiss. Then he pulled away. Wait why did he pull away?! We were both breathing heavy. 

"as much as I enjoy seeing this side of you, this ain't why I brought ya here." He smirked. 

'Daryl, this is the second time in to hours that you got me turned on and stopped. You better have a good damn reason why." I said. 

He smirked and grabbed my hand, "come on." 

He pulled me into one of the tattoo rooms. 

"Sit down." He said. 

I nodded and sat down on the tattoo chair. I looked to him confused and he smled, 

"now lets get that mans name off yer stomach." 

I gulped loudly and he laughed, 

"what? Ya scared of needles?" 

I nodded and he chuckled 

"Baby, you've been through a hell of a lot worse. Needles should be nothin."

It's true. They shouldn't be anything to me now, but they are. 

"you ever done a tattoo before?" I ask nervously. 

"nope. Do ya trust me?" He asked. 

Damnit! There he goes with that trust again. I nodded and he lightly pushed me down so I was laying on the table. He lifted my shirt and saw the horrible scar that spelled out Jack. He glared at it and I quickly rubbed my hand through his hair. His smiled at me and asked, 

"so what do ya want? I should warn ya, I can't draw worth shit, so pick something easy." 

I laughed and then thought about what I wanted. I mean anything was better than having that monsters name there. I need to pick carefully. This was going to be on my body for the rest of my life. Then it hit me. I smiled. 

"Daryl". 

He turned to me, "yea?" 

I chuckled, "no that's what I want. I want Daryl. Daryl Dixon."

He seemed taken back and quickly got up and kissed me passionately. When he was done he looked up hesitantly, 

"ya sure?" 

I nodded and he turned on the equipment. My body cringed at the sound of it. He chuckled and began working. It hurt, but not as bad as I thought it would. After a few minutes he set the tools down,

"there done." 

I smiled and got up, walking to the mirror. I lifted my shirt so I could see it and smiled. There it was. Daryl Dixon. And you couldn't even see Jack's anymore. He came up behind me. 

"ya like it?" 

I smiled and kissed him. He started getting really into it and I pulled away. He groaned and I smiled at him, 

"sucks doesn't it?" 

He smiled and pointed to the chair. He looked at me confused and I smiled, 

"your turn." 

"oh hell no." He said. 

"what? Is Daryl Dixon afraid of needles?" I mocked. 

"Ain't afraid of nothin" he grunted. 

I continued pointing to the seat until he sighed defeated and walked over to the table. I smiled and sat down next to him. 

"so what do ya want?" He joked. 

I shook my head no and smiled, 

"Amanda" 

"what?" I asked. 

He chuckled, "that's what I want. Amanda. Amanda Dixon." 

I felt myself blush and I nodded, "where ya want it?" 

He thought about it for a minute and then took off his shirt. I blushed even more as he pointed to his chest, 

"here. Right next to my heart." 

I felt tears threaten to spill, and he rubbed my cheek with his hand, "hey no cryin. You need to be able to  do this without messing up." 

I laughed and wiped my tears away and began drawing my name on Daryl. He didn't even flinch. When I was done he went to the mirror and checked it out. I waited for his reaction, but his face is so hard to read. I went to ask him what he thought of it, but he quickly turned to me and slammed me up against the wall and began kissing me. I kissed back as I felt him begin to undo my shirt and I undid his. We didn't care where we were. Who or what may be around. We had each other and that's all that mattered as we took each other right there in the tattoo parlor.