The Hottie "Daryl Dixon X Reader"

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Your POV

We ran until we saw a whole field of tall grass.

We fell to the floor, breathing for air. Trying to catch up with our breathing.

I turned to Daryl and took his hand.

I squeezed it and let go.

Beth saw this and had anger on her face.

I huffed and stood up.

I gripped my crossbow and circled around to make sure no one, walker's or anyone was following us.

I saw a few walker's coming so I motioned for Daryl and Beth to start running.

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We ran to a church and at the church was a grave yard.

We passed a grave stone that said 'beloved father'.

I sighed and looked at Beth.

She looked like she was gonna cry.

I looked down at my feet, trying to avoid eye contact.

I saw a bunch of flowers and ripped them up from the ground.

"Here...." I whispered and handed them to Daryl.

He took them and winked at me.

He placed them down on the grave and stepped away.

Beth looked at him and smiled.

She grabbed his hand and leaned on his shoulder.

Anger is all I see....

I stomped off into the church and made sure the upstairs was clear.

All I can think of is her and him.....

I growled and threw a glass bottle at the wall.

I looked down at the broken glass....

Broken....

Shattered....

Like me...

I blinked my eyes so no tears would fall.

I grabbed my crossbow and thought about Donna.

I stomped down the stairs and saw
Daryl carrying Beth since she apparently 'broke her ankel'.

Daryl sat her down on the counter and fixed up her ankle.

I walked into the kitchen and looked for food.

I sat them on the counter and drank some water.

Daryl walked in with Beth.

Daryl touched my butt and I ignored it and walked into the priest's room and sat down.

I put my head in my hands and sighed.

I heard the door open and looked up.

Beth....

"Hey..."

"..."

"What's going on with you today?" She asked in a stern voice.

I stood up and tried to walk out until she grabbed my arm like I'm some fuckin' kid.

"Tell me..." She hissed.

I glared at her and snapped my arm away from her grasp.

"Fuckin' bitch!" I growled.

"Hey!"