69WaystilSunday🏹

Daryl found you outside, standing on the steps of the big porch. You turned to look over your shoulder at the sound of the closing door, but quickly redirected your gaze again.

He came to stand beside you and sighed heavily, wiping his hands nervously on his pants. "Whatcha doin' out here?" he asked. He wondered if you were just feeling as unsettled as he was being in this new place, Alexandria.

You shook your head slightly. "I dunno. Just—you can't see the stars from in here," you commented. Your gaze was fixedly staring up into the night sky. "The light pollution." He hummed an acknowledgment and stared up too. You were right. The lights on in the settlement drowned out the stars. You went on. "It's strange, right? When we were out there on the road we were hoping to find someplace, anywhere even a tiny bit like this. But now that we're here I can't feel... I don't feel entirely right in the walls now either."

Daryl was silent, just chewing on his bottom lip thoughtfully.

"Am I crazy?" you asked him, suddenly self-conscious.

Daryl's blue eyes met yours and he shook his head firmly. "Nah. 'Cuz tha's exactly how I've been feelin' since we got here too. I dun fit in here." He ducked your gaze and stared down at his hands, picking at a hangnail near his thumb. "Ya fit here way better than I do."

Imagine you have to go scavenging with Daryl (Alexandria era)

Daryl doesn’t trust you yet.

Even though you have been with the Group for quite a while and you get along with almost everyone and have a close bond with them you’re still kept to yourself;he can’t read you.

But then things take a turn when you have to stay at a lost village

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Y/N, noticing a tiny bruise on Daryl’s elbow: Who did this to you? Give me names.

Daryl, twisting his arm to see the bruise: Must’a banged it on somethin’.

Y/N: What was it? I’ll burn it.

Daryl, genuinely stressed by the overwhelming display of affection: Stop lookin' at me like m’a baby. Don’t need coddled. Made’a tougher stuff than that.

Y/N, cooing: Yes you are! You're the toughest, most dangerous boy in the apocalypse! Yes you are!

Daryl, looking desperately toward Rick: Help?