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Y/N, walking ahead of Daryl while he carries a small doe over his shoulders: That was an amazing shot.

Daryl, arching a brow when she starts holding back thin branches as if clearing a path for him to walk: Mhm.

Y/N, holding back another branch: No, seriously. The deer had just looked up like it just knew and then you—

Y/N, letting go of the branch to imitate Daryl holding his crossbow: Thwack! Deer down!

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Y/N: Put your shoes on. We’re leaving.

Toddler Dixon: No.

Daryl: Ain’t a request. Shoes. On.

Toddler Dixon, crossing arms and plopping onto the ground: No.

Daryl: This kid. I swear to—Put your shoes on.

Toddler Dixon, pointing menacingly at Daryl: Put your shoes on, daddy!

Daryl: M’already wearin' shoes.

Toddler Dixon: On again.

Daryl, narrowing his eyes before starting to sit down: …

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Y/N, whisper-singing while crouched behind a dumpster with Daryl: But above all this, I wish you looooove—

Daryl: Shut the hell up! There’s a couple dozen of 'em!

Y/N, darting out and yanking him with her: AND I WILL ALWAYS LOVE YOU—

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Daryl, holding the baby at absolute arm's length, looking terrified: Help.

Y/N: What’s wrong?

Daryl: He made a sound like a flooded engine startin' up, an’ now he’s grinnin' at me.

Y/N: So change him!

Daryl: I can’t! S’like he knows what he done an’ he's proud’a it! Y’gotta take over!

Y/N: You dress a deer with your bare hands. You can handle a diaper.

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Y/N, pouting: Daryl, that walker didn’t appreciate my pink hair ribbon.

Daryl, looking up from sharpening a hunting knife, eyes narrowing: Which one?

Y/N: The gross one in the god awful flannel by the west fence!

Daryl, standing up and grabbing his crossbow: I'll go shoot it in the eye for ya.

Rick, falling into step with Daryl: It’s a walker. It doesn't have opinions on hair ribbons

Daryl, looking over his shoulder at Y/N: If killin’ a walker means she ain’t gon’ cry, then m’gonna clear the whole fence.

Rick, grinning: Brother, I think you might be in lo—

Daryl: Y’wanna bolt to match that walker’s?

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Y/N, snatching Daryl’s crossbow off the hood of a car after he gets disarmed to put a bolt right through a walker’s eye socket: Phew!

Daryl, staring at her, completely frozen: …

Y/N, tossing a glance over her shoulder: Not bad, right?

Daryl, brain making dial-up noises: …

Y/N: Daryl?

Daryl, snatching back the weapon: Elbow's too low.

Y/N: Excuse me?

Daryl, looking anywhere except at her: Elbow was droopin'. Bolt could'a strayed. Y’got lucky.

Y/N: Oh come on! Admit I did good!

Daryl, muttering under his breath, face flushed red to the tips of his ears: Looked good too.

Y/N: What did you just say?

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Glenn: Man, Daryl's skills are insane. He can hear a twig snap three miles away.

Rick: Yeah, that’s why he’s great to be on watch or check the perimeter. Nobody can sneak up on him. It’s impossible.

Y/N, walking up behind Daryl while he’s cleaning his crossbow and offering a bottle of water over his shoulder: Here you go.

Daryl, dropping everything to grip his chest: JESUS CHRIST!

Rick: ...

Glenn: ...

Daryl, glaring furiously at Y/N: Stop doin’ that! Just—make a sound! Cough! Stomp! Whistle!

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Y/N: Daryl, are you sure you’re ready for this? We don't have to.

Daryl: If ya try to leave this bed right now, m’gonna track ya down.

Y/N: Are you consenting or threatening my life?

Daryl, grunting, ears turning red: Both. Neither. The first one?