The Hottie "Daryl Dixon X Reader"

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Daryl's POV

"You. Are my brother..." Rick said.

I looked up and meet eye to eye with him.

I nodded a bit.

"Thanks.." I managed out.

I looked back down at my feet.

Not knowing what to say.

I bit my lip and stood up.

I saw y/n talking with Carl and Michonne.

I walked towards them and they immediately stopped talking.

I looked over at Carl.

He looked away.

I looked at Michonne.

She looked away.

I looked at y/n.

She looked away.

I looked at Judith.

She didn't look away.

I smiled a bit and reached out for her.

She went into my arms.

I smiled and kissed her temple.

Judith and y/n are the only 2 that will ever get my affections...

Y/n came and wrapped her arms around my torso.

I put my arm around her and kissed her temple too.

Judith made cooing noises which made me smile.

"You're smile is cute....you should wear it more often.." y/n said. Smiling and brushing the hair out of Judiths face.

I looked over at her.

Staring at every inch of beauty on her face.

"I may not smile on the outside but...I smile on the inside when I'm around you..." I said embarrassed.

She smiled a toothy grin.

I kissed her lips but didn't want to pull back but knowin' kids are around, it just wasn't the time.

I handed Judith back to Michonne.

Rick pointed to a sign up ahead.

"It says Terminus. It's a refuge camp I guess. For survivors. We're gonna try it...follow the tracks."

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Rick's digging a hole for the duffel bag full of weapons.

I stood there.
Gripping my crossbow.
Watching every move of Terminus.

I noticed something a bit off.

There were read train carts with letters on em'.

I squinted my eyes to the closest one.

A.

I rumbled my voice and turned around.

"The plan is to go around the back. If it all goes to-" Rick started.

"Shit!" I finished for him

He nodded and continued.

"Don't want to cause anythang! You see something unusual, call them out!"

We all nodded.

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I held my crossbow tight.

It doesn't seem right here...at all...

I saw my poncho.

Glenn's watch.

The prison armor.

I whistled.

Rick looked over and nodded.

I raised my crossbow and aimed towards the person who was walking with us.

"Hey, where the hell did you y'all get this shit!?" I hollered.

"Poncho...from a clothes line.
Armor...dead police guy.
Watch....off a dead one..." he admitted.

I looked at Rick and shook my head no.

We all starred firing except they weren't firing at us. They were firing at out feet.

This ain't right...they want us to go this direction...