The Hottie "Daryl Dixon X Reader"

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Daryl's POV

I griped my crossbow tighter as he got closer to y/n.

As soon as he got close enough to where he could touch her butt....I lost it.

"Don't touch her..." I growled as I stepped in front of her.

I starred him down until he backed up...

I held y/n hand and turned towards the leader.

"We could use a bowman...You got some skills...." The leader said.

I thought about it...we need a group....everyone we know of is dead...we need them....we need a group...the more the people....the stronger we are...

"Mm' let me talk to her...." I hissed.

He nodded and motioned his group to give us privacy.

"Are you thinking about going with them...?" She asked.

I nodded.

"We need a group...the more we have...the stronger we are..." I said.

She nodded.

"But...what about our group?"

"As far as we know....they're all dead..." I said while looking around to make sure they aren't ease-dropping.

"Ok...whatever you think is best..." She said and she grabbed her crossbow and knife from the ground.

I kissed her cheek and walked towards the men.

"We're in..." I said.

"Excellent...let's get a move on..." He said.

"Wait! I claim her!" The guy with a bow said while walking up to y/n.

"Claim?" I asked.

"It means...it's in possession of the person who 'claimed' it..." The leader said.

"You can't do that! She isn't yours to claim!"

"What's your name, son?"

"Daryl..."

"Well,...Daryl....there are no more rules. So...she's his..." He says motioning towards y/n and the dipshit.

I bit my tounge, trying not to react....we need this group....

"Come er'..." I said to y/n.

She came over to me and hugged me.

~~~

We're camped out with cans all around us for alerts to where Walker's are trying to get in.

I wake up early and go out for a hunt.

I spot a rabbit and point my crossbow at it.

I shoot it but feel a gust of wind go by.

I turn around and see the ass that hits on y/n.

I look over at the lifeless creature and walk over to it.

I bend down and pick up the rabbit.

"Claimed!" He says.

I roll my eyes and take out his arrow and throw it to the side.

"That's mine!" He growls.

I walk past him until Joe comes and takes ahold of the rabit.

I grip my knife and glare.

"It's ok..." Joe says with that calm voice of his.

I let go and Joe slams it against a tree and cuts it in half.

"There! No harm done." He smirks.

I take my half and wrap it in the black bag I have.

~~~

When I get back to the camp, y/n is sitting on a log.

I walk up beside her and hand her the bag.

She smiles and kisses me.

She opens the bag and sees the rabit.

She puts it back and leans against me.

I love her...