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♡ he had heard you taking a step back, heard the small twig snap underneath your step and he turned his head to meet your gaze. he acted shocked, like everything was normal and you had just ran into him at the grocery store as he smiled. “little bunny got stuck in the trap.. guess she should have tried a bit harder to get away, you know? tried to get her out of the trap but uh… my hand slipped.” his large hands hand little traces of guts on them and blood up to his knuckles like he was just digging in there trying to find something. he realized you weren’t going to answer and made sure you saw him out the knife away, wiping the blood on his jeans as he stood up. “you’re real cute y/n, stay safe out here alone. don’t end up like that bunny rabbit,” he’d cup your face slightly giving it a little pat like he was comforting you in anyway. what the hell kind of threat was that, you needed to act natural already…

♡ “hey- don’t blame yourself.. okay, kid? sometimes they panic and kick.. she probably didn’t know you were trying to help.” , that’s what you’d say to him as he started to walk past you. maybe you really were just getting in your head. shit this wasn’t something that just happened everyday, what were you supposed to respond like? his face would change slowly like you had said something really deep and profound to him, “thank you.. say hi to daryl for me would you?”. all you could do is just nod softly, that’s what you would do, you’d talk to daryl. he would know all about something like this…

♡ after going home and finding daryl getting back from his own busy day you’d tell him about everything. how you worried about him, his little crush on you, how he acted around the other girls around camp and especially about the bunny. he’d sit there stiff on the couch, his hand twitching on where it laid on the cushion with your pinky gently touching his. nuzzling softly against his strong shoulder you’d sigh, trying to figure this whole thing out. “i think you should teach him how to set traps and how to get the animals out, dare..” , “it seemed like he was in shock or something, he just needs an older male figure to guide him.” and daryl would take a long moment before speaking up. “yah… know all ‘bout guys like tha..” but he wasn’t thinking about what you were thinking…

♡ daryl would find him around the next day, peering over your shoulder as you tried to enjoy a stress free day painting in the park area. damn weirdo with his long black dyed hair.. wearing that damn nose ring daryl wanted to pull right off him. that guy was nothing but a little whimp in his eyes, going off into the woods everyday to mess with dead stuff instead of bring back supplies like everyone was. he knew about the perverts like him who played off innocent and dorky, getting into the soft spots of sweet gals like you. he couldn’t fuckin take it anymore so he grabbed his cross bow and stormed over to where you were, grabbing the guy by the shoulder and pulling him away like you would a dog and a treat. you unknowingly giving him a soft smile and thumbs up, thinking the underdog was finally going to learn some valuable skills…

♡ daryl told him that they were hunting down a big animal, something that was going to lots of good for the community. never specifying how many people it was going to feed let alone what kind of animal it was, just that he had seen it getting at small prey and knew it was time to take it down. the younger guy had just nodded, not even close to being as talkative as he was with you. all nods, shakes and shrugs with his head down. possibly not wanting his voice that still had the tendency to crack act up with his nerves. he didn’t think this old ass should get to fuck you. shouldn’t be the one to touch you at night or make you feel good. everyone knew that you and him had a little thing going on, it was obvious with how flustered you would get around him.. he got so lost in these thoughts that he had forgotten to watch where he was going…

♡ daryl had watched from several feet away, behind trees and bushes right at the very place he had watched that freak touch your face. touch what was his to look after, to protect, to love, you had chosen him to do all these things and it still fuckin happened. he should have known better sooner and seen the signs that there was a little psychopath on the rise. he should have came out from where he was hiding that day and just ended it then but he didn’t want you to know he was following you, didn’t want you to see something like that when you didn’t understand…

♡ the man stepped directly on the poor little bunny, grimacing and turning around to ask dixon where the hell they were going. that’s when he realized daryl wasn’t there, calling out to him did nothing either and all of the sudden he had the weird feeling he was being watched. like he was the helpless bunny in a trap.. that he was the very animal that daryl had planned on hunting down. his long legs started bolting as soon as his muscles caught up with what his brain did, cursing and shouting out to daryl who wasn’t listening. he only let his first arrow fly to the back of one of his legs, sending his body down reeling in pain…

♡ daryl would stalk slowly knowing he wasn’t going anywhere, lazily pushing the weak boy back down with his boot. “awh hell.. should’ve hopped faster.” , daryl would just grumble and roughly grab the arrow, wiggling it around purposely making the man cry out in pain and kick at him. his large long fingers pawing at the dirt trying to crawl away as daryl continued to mock him “don’t fight, tryin’ to get this thing outa you.” , dixons hand would fish into the boys pocket pulling out his knife slashing at the back of his calve around the arrow. digging it out with his fingers and tossing it to the side to let him flip over, angry and crying like a snot nosed brat…

♡ he’d try and spurt out bullshit about how you liked him, how all this was going to stab him in the back when he told everyone about what daryl did to him all because his girlfriend couldn’t handle the temptation of a man her age. a man that could provide and give what a girl like you “needed”. that’s when daryl snapped completely, no longer letting little hopes he’d grow up right then and there, snap out of his twisted thoughts. he was teaching the brat a lesson but it had gone too far, you were off limits and he didn’t get that memo and so the man’s knife sank deep into his own guts. daryl already starting to grumble what he would tell you later, the side of his story.. “tried ta save em, hand jus slipped.” , “walker jus tore right through.. ate em up righ’ there..” something inside of him shutting off and taking control as his ears rang…

♡ you’d welcome him home with wide teary eyes listening to his fake story, telling him that you were so sorry that he had to go through. that it wasn’t his fault and that he felt looked after in his final moments. all stuff daryl would let your pretty head believe as he chain smoked on the porch. you didn’t need to know that boy was most likely going to touch a lady next, that he already showed signs of getting bored cutting up walkers and animals. in all honesty it felt like putting down a dog with rabies, wasn’t the animals fault it got sick but it was still sick. it’s bite could have been the end to anyone, he just didn’t mean to lose it on him. daryl would let you bathe him that night and lean his big head on your shoulder and you rubbed the soapy suds over his blood covered skin. silently wondering how different was he from that weirdo if he enjoyed the hunt and the kill…