#t-folklore13

Daryl Dixon x oc

Fluff + angst

Pre apocalypse

Both are 19 years <3

Not proofread

Word count - 974

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Cara never really had her parents around her house for various reasons. For one her dad left when she was young and her mother is a doctor, a cardiothoracic surgeon to be specific so she made sure her daughter at least knew basic medicine.

Daryl Dixon always had his dad around in the dead of morning till that late of afternoon, waiting for the evening where he would leave to go on some bender or get kicked out of some bar. Daryl cherished those moments because he knew that he was safe from him and Merle wouldn’t be giving him shit for his only friend being a girl he met through their mom. Daryl had only said that he loved someone a few times and to the same person, his mom. Although she had her own problems of addiction he never hurt him, physically.

That night William Dixon was drinking hard as usual but when he got home Daryl was on the porch having a smoke. As Daryl saw him he knew that he wasn’t gonna leave without some sort of injury “did ya’ steal one of ma damn smokes boy” Daryl sighed taking one last draw “nah cuz yurs are shit anyway” the older Dixon grabbed him by the collar dragging him through the door “you ain’t talkin to me like that boy, fuckin piece of shit” closing the door and gabbing his belt

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Cara was reading in the den fighting sleep while a small fire was burning. She knows she shouldn’t wait up for her mom but she can’t help it, the drive from Atlanta is already dangerous and with all the shifts her mom takes it makes it almost impossible for her to sleep. She readjusts the blanket when she hears a faint tapping noise coming from the door

12:37

A chill in the air is still noticeable from the days rain but when she opens the door it’s not the reason for her blood running cold, there stands Daryl Dixon in a white shirt stained with red and a bruise sporting his cheek leaning weakly against the door frame “hey Cara” he gives one of his side smiles as she rushes up to him tears in her eyes “D who’s done this to you?” Lightly hovering his face with her fingers she gasps. “I need to fix you up please don’t just leave again” he waits a beat and nods letting her help him walk

As she sets him down the couch and runs off to grab whatever he can feel his heart racing she’s gonna’ see my scars he grabs his shirt lifting it slowly to see how deep the gash on his chest is, he winces I’ll need damn stitches putting his shirt back down he can feel an ache on his back “Dar? Can you please take your shirt off? I need to get this done so you can rest, so I know you’ll be okay” he stares at the floor then at her with something she hasn't seen before. While he slowly takes off his shirt tears are running down her face but she gets to work silently disinfecting, stitching, and wrapping then finally just holding his hand

When she’s fully done they sit in a cold silence for what feels like hours, she takes in a deep breath and sighs taking her hands from his and placing them on both sides of his face minding the bruise “daryl” he cuts her off with standing up and shaking his head “don’t Cara please jus’ let me go” she stands up quickly and grabs his hand “don’t do this again don’t just shut me out because this time is different, I knew he hurt you but Daryl this is-“

“This is nothin and you don’t gotta worry” he trys to pull away but she relents holding on tighter “don’t say that D we have been together through so much but you didn’t let me see this you suffered through this alone when you didn’t need to im here I’ll always be here” he lets his head hang low because she’s right but he just couldn’t let her see them, how they marred and ruined his skin “but they ain’t pretty their ugly and bumpy, I hate em’ so much I jus couldn’t let you see somethin’ so disgusting on me, m not pretty”

He tenses as she wraps her arms around his neck lightly holding him “Don’t you ever say things like that about yourself Daryl Dixon, prettiest boy I’ve ever met no matter what you think. I wish you could see yourself the way I see you” he wraps his arms loosely around her waist “I’ll never understand why I get ta have someon like ya, too good fer me”

“No I think you have it completely wrong because I’m lucky to have someone like you, you are the sweetest most understood person I’ve ever got the privilege of knowing. Yes you are a bit rough around the edges but so am I, and Daryl no matter what anyone says you are you not your father”

“I don’t know where to go after this” she slowly let’s go and grabs his hand once again “then stay here don’t ever go back, you can move in here my mom loves you and I do too” that grabs his attention and he looks up “you love me?” She hears his voice barely a whisper and leads him though the door “yes” she eases him down on the bed and lays next to him as he looks at her “ I, I care for ya a lot” she smiles as he bites his thumb. She doesn’t mind that he didn’t say it back because she knows how hard it is but it means the world to her he said that

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