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Girl I have a weird fantasy about Daryl being a trucker before the world ended, like heâs older and picks me up on the side of the road after Iâve left home and tells me if heâs gonna take me where I want I go, Iâve gotta give him somthing to make it worth it.
Then giving him sloppy road-head and getting fucked in the cab till Iâm dumb
Absolutely love your writing babe đ
I actually rlly love this. especially since Iâve dated a truck driver who looks like young Norman and will literally sleep the whole time in the cab when he goes on jobsâŚ
I imagine you sitting in the passenger seat, cross legged and snacking on some licorice from a gas station. Youâre almost 6 hours into the drive. Still another two nights until youâre in the state you actually want to be in. Nice and far from all the bullshit youâre running away from.
Daryl keeps glancing over at you reading your book, leaned up against the window. Paying special attention to how short your denim cutoffs are and how tight your white tanktop is. Leaving almost nothing to the imagination. The thought dawns on him that in two hours, when the sun has set and both of your eyelids are getting all heavy, heâll have to pull over at a rest stop. And when he saw you with your duffel bag and your bright red boots, sticking your thumb out as you walked along the shoulder of the highway, he didnât think about the fact that thereâs only one bed in the cab. One, tiny, little mattress, and two of you. Youâre way too far in the middle of nowhere to find a motel either. No service. No trace of civilization for at least a couple hundred miles.
Wow. You must be stupid or something. To get in a truck with a stranger. Hell, he could have been some kind of creep. Have you seen any horror movie ever?
He looks back over at you during his internal questioning. Gosh youâre pretty. Effortlessly stunning. Hair a little wild and undone. No makeup on that he can tell at least, but heâs never really been good at noticing that stuff anyway. Youâve got layers of mixed metal jewelry. Necklaces and rings and earrings. All glimmering in the golden hour sun. You kicked your boots off hours ago. Blue polish all chipped off nearly all of your toes. Truthfullt, youâre kind of a mess. A pretty one though.
âWhat?â You ask him, your honeyed voice brings his brain back to earth.
âOh- uh⌠nothinâ,â he looks back at the road. Where he should be looking anyway. âJust, itâs gonna be dark soon. Wonât be able to read.â He keeps darting his gaze over at you while he talks.
âThatâs ok. Iâm sure Iâll find something else to entertain myself with.â
âYou should try and sleep. Donât think weâll pass a motel until tomorrow night.â
âOh thatâs okay, Iâll just sleep when you do.â
He was hoping you wouldnât. He was hoping he could avoid the awkwardness of the sleeping situation altogether.
âYeah, I mean if you want. Thereâs only one bed so I just thought-â
âWhat, you donât wanna share?â Youâre giving him a look that he canât decipher. Are you⌠flirting with him? You toss your book into your bag and unbuckle your seatbelt.
âUh- what are you- what are you doinâ?â He asks as you climb into the back.
âWell since youâre kickinâ me to the floor I guess Iâll try and catch some zâs before you pull over.â Heâs glancing back every few seconds. Trying to keep his attention on the road, but a little too intrigued by you peeling your shorts off to succeed in doing it.
âIâm not- I wouldnât make you sleep on the floor, I just didnât- I donât want to -â fuck. He didnât want you to feel like you had to sleep with him. Like you had to share the dingy little sleeper cab that can barely fit his own broad shoulders, let alone another person. An incredibly attractive and insanely good smelling girl. One thatâs bending over to fix the sheets and baring her lacy hot pink thong in the process. His eyes widen and get all shifty. Should he look? Should he pretend he doesnât see?
âDonât want to what? Sleep with me?â You scoff as you sit back on the bed thing your hair up into a messy blob at the top of your head with a hair tie.
âNo I-â
âDonât worry, I know what you mean. But I really donât mind. In fact, I probably owe you anyway.â
âO-owe me? I already told you Iâm going your way anyhow.â He says, reminding you of his refusal to take any cash.
âI know, but youâve been so nice and sweet for picking me up in the first place. Wanna make it up to you.â Youâre voice is low and sultry. And your words go straight to the tent in his jeans, the one thatâs been half hard and ignored since he first invited you into the truck. He glances back at your half naked frame, relaxing into the sleeper cab mattress. Seeing your tanned legs and pretty panties. Wild hair and a playful, up to absolutely no good look in your eyes.
He wants to focus on the road. He does. But his mind is racing with all the ways you could make it up to him. Since youâre offering that is. And he really doesnât know how much longer he can pretend he doesnât want to pull over and plow you til the sun comes up. Especially with the way youâre looking at him, hand trailing down to tickle at the waistband of your underwear, biting your lip and flipping through your own filthy fantasies about the handsome, young trucker whoâs been kind enough to help you out.
He catches your gaze as he glances back once more and the lustful look in his baby blues sends a jolt straight between your legs. You smile and lick your lips, wanting to be extra clear of your intentions,
âIâm ready whenever you are, pretty boy.â
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Hot Cocoa Pt. 20
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
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The next day, after class, Sam stayed with you to the art activity, and so it was Daryl who came to pick him up and not Merle. This time, you didnât go to have dinner with them, you didnât want another mess fight with Merle, even if you hated that he was making you expend less time with Daryl and Sam, but you didnât know to fix it.
The day after that, it was Friday, and Sam didnât stay to the art activity, as he told you that he was going to the woods with Merle after class. You didnât mind itâŚwell, you did, a bit, sad that it seemed your weekend movie nights with Daryl and Sam might come to an end, but you understood Sam wanting to be with his dad, and wanting to go to the woods. It seemed he was staying both to the art class some days and with Merle others, and as long as he was doing what he wanted and was happy, you knew you should be content.
Still, when you were alone at your place that evening, you couldnât help your sadness as you missed the Dixonâs and your evenings with them.
Early on Saturday morning, when you were still barely awake, you heard some knocks on your door. You frowned, confused at who could be at that hour, and you got up to open the door, surprised when you found the Dixonâs there. Sure, they were early risers, but theyâd never come to visit so early, excepts when they took you to the woodsâŚstill, you were very much not going to complain about them coming to visit.
âHi, Y/N!â Sam grinned at you while you blinked at them, taken by surprise.
âHey, sweetheart, you come early today,â you said, smiling. âIâm glad to see you.â
âYes, we can have breakfast together!â Sam said and you nodded, smiling, though when you glanced at Daryl, you thought something seemed off.
âSure we can, Iâm going to put some breakfast together,â you told him.
âIâll help ya,â Daryl said and you nodded at him, heading to the kitchen while Sam went to the living room.
âHi, Laura!â You heard him greeting your cat. âI missed you!â
âIâm sorry if we woke ya up or somethinâ,â Daryl said.
âNo, itâs fine,â you assured him as you began putting together some hot cocoa and cookies. âBut itâs everything okay?â
âYeah, justâŚâ Daryl let out a sigh as he leaned against the counter. âMerle went out last night, I heard him coming back at the sunrise, brought a girl,â he explained. âDidnât feel like beinâ there this morninâ with Sam.â
âOhâŚI get itâŚIâm sorryâŚbut Iâm happy Sam and you are here,â you said, smiling at Daryl, who gave you a soft smile, reaching to stroke your cheek before he helped you to carry breakfast to the table.
Daryl and Sam didnât stay only for breakfast, though, but for lunch too, since Daryl didnât think Merle would wake up any time soon, and on your side, you couldnât help but be glad that they were spending time with you.
Late in the afternoon, they were going to go back home, but Sam tugged at your hand.
âY/N, come have dinner with us,â he told you and you hated to say no to that look he was giving you, butâŚ
âI think your dad will prefer if itâs only you three,â you told him and Sam let out a sigh that broke your heart a bit.
âSo youâre never cominâ again? He asked you and it really felt like someone was stabbing your heart.
âItâs not that, sweetheart, justâŚâ You tried to look for something to say, but were at loss for words. âJustâŚyour dad has just come back, wait for him to settle down andâŚand things between him and I willâŚsettle down tooâŚâ You werenât even convincing yourself, and you hated this feeling of Merle winning nonetheless, either if you went and you both ended up fighting again, or if you didnât go and disappointed Sam and made him sad, no mention stopping yourself from spending time with Sam and Daryl. âButâŚyes, I think Iâm going to have dinner with you.â You finally decided, screw Merle, you werenât going to let him take time from you, Sam and Daryl.
âYou donât have to if you donât wannaâŚâ Sam said, shrugging and still looking down.
âYeah, ya donât have to,â Daryl said too, looking at you as if he were worried that you were feeling forced to go.
âI want to,â you assured them. âSoâŚletâs go.â
*
Once you reached the Dixonâs cabin, Merle was sat down outside, smoking, with a couple of empty bottles of beer next to him.
âI knew ya had left with her,â he scoffed as he looked at you.
âIt wasnât lookinâ like ye were goinâ to miss us this morninâ, like ya didnât last night,â Daryl bit back, but Merle just chuckled, smirking.
âWhatâs the problem, lilâ bro, ya wanna be the only one who can get pussy?â Merle taunted Daryl, even though his mean smile was on you.
âShut up,â Daryl snapped, but you reached to place a hand on his arm, knowing that Merle was trying to rail you both up in purpose, and you werenât going to follow that game anymoreâŚyou ignored your coworkers for a year, you could ignore Merle Dixon too.
âSam, do you want to show me how the garden is doing?â You asked him. âI havenât checked in a few days.â
âSure, and then we can shoot at the cans with the slingshot before dinner?â Sam grinned at you. âI can shoot them from further now!â
âYeah, thatâs what happens when ya practice at that instead of losinâ yer time paintinâ,â Merle said, and you bit your tongue again.
âSure, sweetheart!â You smiled at Sam, ignoring Merle. âAnd then weâll make some dinner.â
You walked with Sam to the backyard, and Daryl looked like he didnât know what to do with himself.
You were checking the garden, happy to see that a new batch of tomatoes seemed ready to harvest, when you heard a gunshot so close that you gasped, scared, and your heart seemed to jump to your throat.
You looked back and saw Merle next to the tree, a rifle on his hands, and one of the squirrels that seemed to have been at your homemade house and feeder dead on the ground. Heâd killed one of the squirrelsâŚyou were so shocked you couldnât say anything.
âThe hell did ya do?!â Daryl yelled.
âGet dinner.â Merle shrugged, taking the squirrel.
âDadâŚdad, those ainât for dinninâ, those are our yard squirrelsâŚâ Sam said.
âHe knew that already,â Daryl said, glaring at Merle.
âCome on, like ya donât come from huntinâ with a bag full of those,â Merle laughed. âThis little squirrel house of yers, helps bring dinner home.â
âYa knew we donât hunt thoseâŚâ Daryl growled and Merle scoffed.
You knew that Daryl wasnât going to be vegetarian, no matter he cooked for you or eat your food, you knew that he still hunted in the woods when he needed meat, but you too knew that he would have never touched any of the yard squirrels.
But MerleâŚhe didnât even need the meat, Daryl had enough from the last time he went hunting to the woods, and Merle knew about the yard squirrelsâŚheâd done it on purpose, to upset you and anger youâŚand now a squirrel that came attracted to your feeder was dead because of youâŚ
âLook, kid,â Merle said, looking at Sam. âDonât let that teacher get ideas on yer head, even if she took yer uncleâs brain,â he scoffed. âThis?â He shook the dead squirrel and you looked away. âThis is dinner.â
You were beyond upset, beyond angry too, but you didnât want to explode there in front of Merle, either by crying or by yelling, and so you just began walking away in silence, wanting to go back home and away from Merle.
âY/N!â Sam ran behind you, holding your hand to stop you, while Daryl was looking like he didnât know what to do, go after you or fight his brother. âDonât leave, Iâm sorry dad shot a yard squirrel but he wonât do it again.â
You let out a sigh, trying to control your emotions. âSweetheartâŚyou donât have to be sorry, Iâm not upset with you. But Iâm sad and-â
âIâm sorry that youâre sad,â Sam said without letting you finish, hugging you. âDonât leave sad.â He was making it really hard for you to leave, feeling like your heart was tearing a bit, but you couldnât stay there with Merle at that moment.
âSweetheart, Iâm sorry, but Iâm sad at this moment, and when Iâm sad like this, I want to be alone for a bit,â you told him softly. âBut when Iâm not sad like this, Iâll come see you, or you can come see me, okay?â
Sam just shrugged, looking down and seeming upset, breaking your heart, but finally he nodded.
âKid, come skin the squirrel!â Merleâs voice said and again, you bit your tongue so as not to snap, and held your tears.
You began walking away again, but before you even left the small, front yard, someone tugged at your hand again, Daryl this time.
âY/N, hey, waitâŚIâm sorry,â he told you softly and you took a deep breath, youâd already dealt with Sam about this and now you needed to do it again with Daryl.
âDaryl, Iâm very upset at this moment, itâs not at you, but I need to leave, okay?â You said as calmly as you could, but Daryl was looking like it was very much not okay. âIâm not mad at you but I canât stay here right now, Iâm sorry.â
ââŚokayâŚâ He was still looking like it was not okay, and he glanced back towards the house. Heâd seemed concerned as he looked at you, but now he was looking angry again, and you reached to hold his hand.
âDaryl, donât get into a fight with your brother with Sam listening to everything,â you told him, knowing how upset Sam got when Merle and Daryl fought, and heâd seemed upset enough at everything that had happened.
âI ainât lettinâ it go!â Daryl waved towards the house. âThat shit ainât rightâ
âI know, but Sam is going to be upset if he sees you and Merle fighting, and heâs upset enough,â you said. âGo be with him.â
Daryl still seemed torn, but you let go of his hand, and walked away.
*
Late that evening, you were on the sofa, curled up with your cat. You knew that you should go to sleep, but you were still upset and agitated after the whole Merle thing, and you didnât think you could sleep.
There was a knock on the door, so soft that you wondered if you had imagined it, but you went to the door and looked through the peephole, finding Daryl there, so you opened.
âHeyâŚâ
âHeyâŚdid I wake ya?â
âNo, I havenât gone to sleep yet,â you said, letting Daryl walk in and closing the door behind him.
âLast time I came this late you had a knife with ya,â Daryl said, and you snorted weakly.
âYeahâŚmaybe Iâve lowered my guard too muchâŚâ You tried to joke, heading to sit down on the sofa again, and Daryl stood in front of you.
âIâm sorry âbout my brother.â
âI know you areâŚâ You let out a sigh. âBut it wasnât your fault and itâs not you who has to apologize.â
âYeah, my brother ainât apologizinââŚâ Daryl said and you snorted bitterly.
âThatâs not a surpriseâŚâ You scoffed, before sighing again. âHowâs Sam?â
âUpsetâŚâ Daryl sighed too, sitting down at the other end of the sofa, fidgeting. âThis shit with MerleâŚIâm gonna fix it.â
âIf you know how, go ahead, because I have no idea,â you said, defeated, and on one hand, you wanted Daryl to do something about his brother, but on the other, you didnât want him resenting you if he fought with his brother all the time because of you. Daryl wasnât really looking like he knew how to fix it, and you reached out to take his hand. âFor nowâŚjust hug me?â
Daryl looked at you, nodding and shifting closer until he could wrap his arm around you, and you snuggled against his chest, feeling his lips on the top of your head. âIâm sorry that Merleâs beinâ a prickâŚâ He murmured.
âI know,â you whispered.
âYa saidâŚya said ya ainât leavinââŚya still mean it?â Daryl asked you ever so quietly, and you pulled back to look at him. He didnât hold your gaze, seeming shy and unsure, and you reached to caress his cheek before making him look at you.
âI mean it, Daryl, of course I do,â you assured him. âYou know that I love you, and I love Sam, and I wouldnât want to be away from you both, and your brother being a prick is not going to change that or drive me away from you both.â You felt like Merle was trying to make you want to leave, and you werenât going to let him win. âIâm not going anywhereâŚbesides, you know now Iâm trapped on that school for at least another year,â you half-joked and Daryl snorted, giving you a sad smile before hiding his face on the crook of your shoulder.
âI canât stay,â he muttered against your neck. âI ainât sure if Merleâs goinâ out this night again or not, I donât want the kid to be alone at home if does.â
âOkay.â You nodded, you understood, and Daryl pulled away from you with a tired sigh. You leaned to kiss his lips before taking his hand, walking with him to the door.
âDarylâŚyou know how I ignore my coworkerâs bullshit?â You asked and Daryl nodded. âIâm going to do the same with your brother, Iâm done fighting, itâs been good for nothing.â Merle ended up winning one way or another. âAnd you should too.â
âCanât.â Daryl shook his head. âI , uhâŚalways ignored all his bullshit, went with it, butâŚif heâs a prick to ya or the kidâŚI canât let himâŚâ
âThanks, butâŚdonât fight with Merle because of me, try to ignore itâŚâ You still were afraid of Daryl resenting you, or Merle turning things around and putting Daryl against you. âMerle will get tired of trying to start bullshit, or will get used to me and you at some point, orâŚâ You trailed off, not knowing what else to say.
âYeahâŚâ Daryl didnât sound convinced at all, though. âGood night.â
âGood night.â
*
On the next day, you didnât hear from the Dixonâs, neither they came to visit you. It saddened you, you missed them, but you guessed that after all the mess with Merle yesterday, maybe they were trying to make things right againâŚDaryl had said that he was going to try to fix itâŚbut you were worried that it might backfire.
Late that evening, there was a knock on your door, and you hoped that, like last night, it was Daryl coming to visit. When you opened, though, it wasnât only Daryl, but also Sam, and you smiled at him, more than glad to see them.
âHi, guys!â
âHi, Y/N!â Sam grinned at you, lifting up a paper bag that he was carrying to give it to you. âWe bring you tomatoes from the garden!â
âThank you, sweetheart,â you smiled at him, taking the bag. âWhat if we use some for dinner? Are you both staying?â You asked, looking at Daryl, who nodded.
âYeah.â
Your smile went bigger at that, and Darylâs lips curled up into a smile too.
Sam went to greet your cat, and you went to the kitchen to leave the tomatoes and start with dinner, Daryl following you.
âSoâŚitâs Merle okay with Sam and you being here for dinner?â You ventured, wondered if Daryl had managed to talk sense into his brother for real.
âNah,â Daryl snorted bitterly. âBut he ainât at home anyway. He wanted to go to the woods today with  Sam, but Sam was still upset so I thought I should go with them tooâŚthatâs why I didnât come earlier.â
âThatâs okay,â you said, reaching to squeeze his hand.
âWe were in the woods most of the day, when we came back, Sam still looked upset, so I told him we could pick the tomatoes and bring them to you, that youâd like it, I thought it might cheer him up, it did,â Daryl explained, and you couldnât help your smile at it. âBut, yeahâŚMerle didnât like itâŚbegan rantinâ âbout ya, got worse when I snapped, so I, uhâŚtried ignorinâ him like ya saidâŚI ainât sure but I think he got more pissed, and he leftâŚguess heâs at the bar gettinâ drunk or somethinâ.â
You let out a sigh, hating that there had been tension between Daryl and his brother yet again, due to you, and that Sam was in the middle.
âIâm sorry,â you said softly, squeezing his hand.
âYeahâŚat least we werenât yellinâ with Sam there,â Daryl said, letting out a tired sigh, and you nodded, you were glad of that too.
That evening, Daryl and Sam stayed after dinner too, watching a movie and eating popcorn as you three used to do on weekends, and you couldnât be more happy about it, trying to ignore your worry at Merle being mad at this and at how impossible it seemed to fix your relationship with him, no matter how much you knew you should, for Samâs and Darylâs sake.
*
The next morning, you were walking towards the school, when you saw Merle ahead on the street. You thought that maybe he was dropping Sam at the school that morning instead of DarylâŚor maybe coming back home after a night out. It seemed the latest, because as you approached, you realized that he seemed drunk, or high, or maybe both. You hoped that, when he reached the Dixonâs cabin, Darylâd have already taken Sam to school.
The street was too narrow to walk around Merle, and so you tried to keep it civil and polite, and greet him. âGood morning, Merle.â
You had tried to keep walking, but Merle stopped in front of you. âLook who I foundâŚthe bitch tryinâ to steal my family.â
âMerle, I am not trying to do that,â you said, feeling more than done. âLet me pass, I have to get to work.â
âYa think ya can take my family from me, uh?â Merle kept going as if he didnât hear you. âPut them against me? Ya think Iâm gonna let ya?â
âMerleâŚagain, I am not doing that,â you said doing your best to stay calm, even if you were a bit intimidated by Merle at that moment. âIâm sorry that you feel that way, and Iâm sorry if I gave you that impression, but itâs not true, but if you feel like that, we both should sit down, talk about it, stop this misunderstanding, but again, not now, because I have to go to the school.â
âYa think theyâd choose ya? My brother and my kid?â Merle still didnât seem to be listening to you. âYa think theyâd pick ya over me?â
âI donât think anything like that, Merle, weâll talk about it when youâre sober, I know you love Daryl and Sam, and I do too, so we really should get along, we both care for them, so-â You kept trying to reason, growing increasingly nervous, but Merle interrupted you again.
âYa think yer so great, so better, all prim and properâŚGo ahead, uppity bitch, ask them,â he said, smirking. âAsk them to pick ya, to choose ya over me, yaâll see what ya get.â
âMerle, I am not doing that. Now go away and let me go.â
âYeahâŚthatâs what I thoughtâŚâ He chuckled. âYa ainât askinâ âcause ya donât dareâŚâcause ya know they ainât gonna pick ya.â
âNo, Merle, is not for that!â You couldnât help but snap, hurt by this conversation. âItâs because I know that itâd hurt them, if I asked that from them, and I donât want to hurt them, because as Iâve told you a million times, I care for them!â
âYa try to take them from me, put them against me, but ya canât⌠they ainât gonna pick ya, theyâre gonna choose me,â Merle kept taunting you.
âOh, I know, I know thatâ you said, trying not to cry. âThatâs what you wanted me to say? You win, then, I know it, because you are a damn lucky man, even if I think you donât deserve it. Your brother? He loves you, no matter what, no matter all the shit you give him, all the shit he has to endure because of you and your selfish ass. Your kid? Since he was three, heâs only seen you for Christmas and on monthly prison visits, and still, he loves you the way he does, which is, let me tell you, a damn lot, even when you are the prick that you are to him. So, you better appreciate it more than you do!â You spat, angry and upset.
âSo yes, theyâd pick you, but itâd still hurt them to have to pick between you and me, so Iâd never ask that from them, never wanted to, either. But if you want to ask that from them, because you are a selfish prick who doesnât care for their happiness or their feelings, just for yourself, then, I guess I canât stop you.â You kept ranting, not caring about the way Merle, who suddenly seemed to have lost his voice was glaring at you. âSo do whatever you want to do and leave me alone, because I need to go to class!â
Merle and you kept glaring at each other, but he wasnât moving out of the way, and you were about to resort to shove him, even if you werenât sure if Merle, drunk and high, might not retaliate at that, when you heard a voice ahead of the street.
âHey! Whatâs going on!â
You looked towards the voice and saw Tulipâs dad, probably on his way to work too.
âNothingâŚjust bumped into Merle, but heâs going home and Iâm going to the school,â you said, pushing Merle with your shoulder and rushing down the street towards Tulipâs dad before Merle could snap.
âWhat was all that nonsense Merle and you were yelling about?â Tulipâs dad asked you, and you wondered how much heâd heardâŚand how much you had raised your voice without meaning to.
âJust that, nonsenseâŚI really have to go to class.â
âOkayâŚhey, Y/NâŚschoolâs better since youâre there, and Daryl Dixon? Heâs better too, and the kid, he always looks happy now,â Tulipâs dad said, and once again, you wondered how much heâd heard. âDonât let Merle Dixon get to you.â
âYeahâŚIâm trying not toâŚâ You let out a sigh and gave him a weak smile. âThanksâŚand to think that I used to think you too hated me,â you chuckled.
âHate you? NahâŚjust thought you wereâŚdunnoâŚthought you werenât gonna last a month here either, that youâd go back to whatever city you came fromâŚbut, here you are,â Tulipâs dad chuckled too.
âYesâŚhere I am, and no prick is making me leaveâ you said, smiling at Tulipâs dad. âThanks, but I really, relly gotta go.â
âOkay, my wife weâll go pick up Tulip later, goodbye.â
*
N/A
Thanks to the people who let me know they still read this., Weâre almost at the end.
If you enjoyed this, comments and reblogs are always more than welcome, thanks, comments really make my days and make me happy about posting this.
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Hot Cocoa Pt.19
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Merleâs back and heâs his annoying self.
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The next afternoon, after you finished your classes, you walked out of the teacherâs room to head towards the art activity, and you found Sam waiting for you in the corridor.
âHi, sweetheart,â you greeted him. âAre you okay?â
Sam nodded. âWaitinâ for you to go to class.â
âIsnât your dad picking you up today?â You looked around as you began walking with Sam, half expecting Merle to barge in at any moment.
âHeâs madâŚâ Sam let out a sad sigh and you stopped to look at him.
âSomething happened?â
Sam shrugged. âYesterday I told him that today I wanted to stay to the art activity, but he said no, that we would be doing somethinâ else, but Daryl told him to let me do what I wanted, and they began arguinââŚthey fought âcause of me, like in ChristmasâŚâ
âSweetheart, that was not your fault, alright?â You assured him, hating how sad and guilty he looked, but Sam just shrugged again.
âThey argued âcause of me, and then dad got mad, told Daryl and me to do whatever we wanted without him and left,â Sam kept explaining. âHeâs mad at meâŚso he ainât gonna comeâŚâ
âHeâs not mad at you,â you tried to assure Sam, even if you were upset at the situation too. âHeâs justâŚadjusting to being back,â you said, but judging by Samâs look, he looked as little convinced as you by it. âLetâs go to class, your friends are waiting,â you finally said, not knowing what else to say about the Merle situation, and Sam nodded, walking with you to the classroom.
You half-expected that Merle would show up at any moment, barge into the art class, and take Sam, but it didnât happen, and eventually, he was the only kid left, until Daryl came to pick him up.
âHi, Daryl,â you and Sam greeted when he walked in.
âHey, ready to go?â
Sam nodded and he began putting the things heâd been using back into their place, while you nodded at Daryl to approach you.
âSam told me you and Merle argued?â You asked quietly and Daryl let out a tired sigh.
âYeahâŚkid said he wanted to stay to the art class today, Merle said no again, I told him to let him, Merle loved thatâŚâ Daryl scoffed. âSoâŚyeah...â
âIâm sorry that you and Merle fought, but you did the right thing,â you said and Daryl shrugged.
âAinât feelinâ like itâŚbut I know the kid likes to stay here with ya and the other kids, paintinâ,â Daryl said and you nodded, reaching to squeeze his hand, before you began tidying up the classroom.
âY/N, are you cominâ to have dinner with us?â Sam asked you.
âI, uhâŚâ You didnât know what to say, Sam seemed to want you to, and you didnât want to disappoint him, but you didnât think Merle would like it if you showed up for dinner today, and you didnât want to fightâŚbut neither did you want to stop doing things with Sam and Daryl because of Merle, and you knew Merle and you should try to talk at some point, fix this situation.
âSamâŚâ Daryl began, noticing your reluctance, but you stopped him.
âNo, itâs fine, Iâll go have dinner with you this evening,â you said, and you couldnât help your smile when Sam grinned at that.
While you walked to the Dixonâs, you couldnât stop your nerves and the fear of things going really bad with Merle. Daryl seemed to notice, reaching to hold your hand while you three walked to their cabin.
Once you reached it, you spotted Merle on the tattered stairs of the small porch, skinning a rabbit, and you averted your gaze from it.
âWhatâs she doinâ here,â Merle asked, sounding annoyed.
âSheâs staying for dinner,â Sam explained.
âYa not only went paintinâ with her instead of cominâ to hunt, ya brinâ her for dinner?â Merle snapped at Sam.
âMerle,â Daryl began but his brother snapped again.
âOh, it was ya and not the kid? Ya wanted to bring yer bitch.â
âDonât call her that!â Daryl snapped and Merle just chuckled. You hadnât been sure of what Daryl was going to do, since the last time that Merle snapped at you, heâd taken his brother side, and even though you didnât want him fighting with his brother, you couldnât help but be glad that he was speaking up for you too.
âNoâŚno, because itâs the other way aroundâŚyer her bitch, ainât ya, little brother.â
You felt Daryl shaking in anger and you reached to hold his arm before he could snap something that, you knew, he was going to be regretting later, besides, you didnât think snapping at each other was going to fix things with Merle
âMerle, what is exactly your problem with me?â You tried to speak as calmly as you could.
âI get it, lilâ bro,â Merle kept talking to Daryl without acknowledging you. âShe lets ya bang her, yeah, I get itâŚbut donât let pussy take yer brainâŚya think sheâs gonna stick around? Look at herâŚâ Merle looked you up and down, scoffing, and you really didnât know what was so wrong in you, but it still made you feel awful. âSheâs playinâ yaâŚI donât know why, or what she wants to get from ya, but thatâs all sheâs doinâ, besides tryinâ to put ya and Sam against me.â
âMerle, Iâm not trying to put anyone against you,â you tried to reason. âIâm not playing anything with Daryl.â
âShut up, bitch, ainât talkinâ to ya!â Merle snapped.
âNah, ya shut up!â Daryl snapped back. âTold ya not to call her that! Â Yer just speakinâ bullshit!â
âNot tryinâ to put ya against me, uh?â Merle glanced at you before looking at Daryl again. âYet look at ya, brother, yaâd never talked to me like this beforeâŚand ya shouldnât,â Merle warned him. âTold ya, donât know what sheâs playinâ but sheâs playinâ somethinââŚshe ainât like us, sheâs just an uppity girl who believes herself better âcause she went to college and all shit, and she ainât never gonna stick with someone like us. Redneck trash, uh? Ya know what they think of us? Once sheâs done with whatever sheâs playinâ with ya, turninâ ya into her bitch, sheâs gonna scrap you off her boots and walk away.â
âIâve told you that Iâm not playing anything!â You snapped before Daryl could say anything, more than upset. âWhatever you think of me itâs your problem, not mine, but all youâre saying of me is wrong!â You felt like crying and you hated it, feeling like it made you appear weak, but you were so upset that you couldnât stop it. âIâm with your brother because I love him! Heâs not redneck trash, and I donât let anyone talk like that about him, so Iâm not going to let you either!â
âYeah? And what are ya gonna do to stop it?â Merle taunted you, but Daryl got between you and him before any of you snapped again.
âMerle, shut up!â He snapped. âYa ainât makinâ sense! Whatâs she gonna get from being with me, uh? With a Dixon? To have all town talkinâ shit of her? Being pricks to her? Yeah, she already got that. Weâve just been trouble for her, yet sheâs stayinâ in this shit town âcause Sam and me!â
You didnât like Daryl thinking like that, that you had only gotten trouble from him and Sam, Â you didnât like it at all, but before you could say anything to him, Merle spoke again.
âAinât she nice,â Merle spat.
You wanted to snap, but you glanced at Sam, who was at the front foot door of the cabin, looking down, seeming sad and worried, and you stopped yourself from snapping, but you still didnât know how to work out things with Merle.
âLook, MerleâŚif youâre worried that Iâm going to hurt your brother, if this is about that, I get it, I do, but I promise, Iâm not,â you said, serious. âI love your brother, I care for Sam too, and Iâm not going anywhere, I wonât hurt them, I wonât leave them, no matter what.â You meant it, and you werenât going to let Merle make you leave them either.
âNahâŚnah, it ainât that, this ainât âbout that,â Daryl said, squinting at his brother, and you didnât know what to think. âHeâs just been an asshole on purpose.â
âOh, so thatâs what ya think of me, uh?â Merle said, but you noticed that he was smirking with that mean lookâŚmaybe Daryl was right? âYa got quite a mouth since ya got pussy, uh? Ya better watch how ya talk to yer older brother.â
Daryl was glaring at his brother, but he wasnât saying anything, and you felt done. You didnât want to snap and fight Merle anymore, and by now, it didnât seem that any attempt of talking things out was going to work. You just wanted the fight to be over, at least for a day, you were done.
âIâm leaving,â you said.
âYouâre not stayinâ for dinner, then?â Sam asked, and he was looking sad and disappointed in a way that hurt your heart, you hadnât thought heâd still want you to stay after the fight with his dad, but you didnât think that staying for dinner would be the best idea, it would just make Merle angry and he would still snap and be a prick to you, and youâd snap too, and maybe Daryl, and it was going to be a big messâŚyou didnât want that, neither for yourself, nor for Daryl and Sam, you didnât want the kid to keep witnessing that and Daryl to feel trapped in an argument between his brother and you.
âIâm sorry sweetheart, but Iâll see you tomorrow, okay?â You told him.
âSee, kid, sheâs already leavinâ, told ya,â Merle gloated and you did all you could not to explode but didnât manage.
âIâm not leaving! Iâm just not staying for dinner! And thatâs because youâre being a prick!â You snapped.
âOh, I seeâŚsure, sure, blame everythinâ on meâŚâ Merle chuckled, mocking you.
âOkayâŚokayâŚâ You took a deep breath, trying not to explode again, but you werenât going to let Merle win. âIâm staying.â
âReally?â Sam asked, and his small smile, even if he still seemed upset, it made almost worth all the mess with Merle.
âYeah.â
âYa donât have to,â Daryl told you quietly.
âNo, Iâve come to have dinner with you and Sam, Iâm staying,â you said again without looking away from Merle, who was looking at you with that mean smile.
âOkay, princessâŚâ He said. âGet skinninâ that other rabbit then, since we have another mouth.â
âShe ainât gonna do that,â Daryl said.
âOh, so we ainât only feedinâ her, she ainât movinâ a fingerâŚâ
âY/N is vegetarian, dad,â Sam explained.
âVegetarian,â Merle scoffed, looking at Daryl. âVegetarianâŚya really went and picked the only vegetarian pussy  in town? VegetarianâŚâ
Daryl seemed about to snap, but he just scoffed. âCome on,â he told you, placing a hand on your shoulder. âThereâs still some of that soup you made.â
*
The dinner was awkward, uncomfortable, and you had to bit your tongue all the time at Merleâs remarks and whenever he berated you again, also squeezing Darylâs hand under the table whenever he seemed about to snap. Merle was trying to take the piss out of you, he was trying to make you angry and snap, maybe even leave, you knew it, and you werenât going to let him win. You were thoroughly done.
Once you finished dinner, you got up to pick up the empty dishes, and you rolled your eyes when you heard Merle chuckling, wondering what the hell did he want this time.
âGood thinâ of havinâ a woman here, we ainât gonna be doinâ dishes,â he said, smirking at you, and you bit your tongue.
âIâll help you,â Sam said.
âNah, kid, yer cominâ to watch tv with me,â Merle said as he got up from the table and headed towards the sofa.
âBut-â
âKid.â
Sam didnât say anything else, getting up too to go sit with Merle, and once more, you bit your tongue, heading to the kitchen.
âShe has yer balls like that?â
Ye heard Merle saying right when Daryl walked into the kitchen too, carrying the rest of the cutlery.
âIgnore him,â you told him softly.
âI, uhâŚIâm sorry âbout all this,â Daryl told you and you let out a sigh.
âI knowâŚitâs not you who has to be sorry,â you said, turning to start with the dishes, but Daryl reached to take your hand.
âLeave it, Iâll wash it later.â
âItâs fine, Iâll help you.â You didnât want him having to wash everything by himself.
âNah, ya donât have to.â Daryl tugged at your hand to make you turn and face him, and you were surprised in the best way when he wrapped his arms around you. âIâll give ya a ride home, okay?â
âOkayâŚâ You were truly done for the day, but you smiled when Daryl kissed your forehead. He pulled away from you but held your hand as you both walked out of the kitchen.
âIâm gonna take Y/N home,â he said to Merle and Sam.
âOkay!â Sam smiled at you and somehow it made you feel better. âY/N, tomorrow after class Iâll go with dad to the woods, okay?â
âOkay, sweetheart, good,â you assured him, not wanting him to believe that youâd be upset, ignoring the way Merle smirked at you. âYou do what  you want to do,â you said, pointedly looking at Merle, whose smirk grew.
âCome on,â Daryl said, tugging at your hand, and you followed him.
âSo, Daryl, do we wait for ya or are ya planinâ on banginâ her this night?â Merle asked before Daryl and you walked out. âI mean, we havenât feed her for nothinââ
âFuck off, Merle!â Daryl said, walking outside of the cabin and tugging you with him, as if he were afraid you were going to snap too.
âWatch yer mouth when ya talk to me, lilâ bro, told ya,â Merleâs voice said.
âWhateverâŚâ Daryl muttered, heading with you towards his bike. It was the first time that you rode on it, and so you got situated behind him as best as possible and wrapped your arms tight around him. âReady?â
âI think soâŚâ You said, and Daryl nodded, kicking the bike into motion.
*
Daryl parked the bike in front of your place, and you relaxed your grip on him, even though you had enjoyed holding him like that, and you got off the bike.
âIt was okay? Daryl asked you and you nodded.
âYeah, I really liked it,â you said, and a small, half-smile tugged at Darylâs lip at that. âI still think you should get one of those sidecars so Sam, you, and I can go in the bike.â You joked and Daryl snorted.
âI ainât puttinâ one of those on my bike.â
âI know,â you said, leaning to kiss his lips, and when you pulled back, Daryl reached to hold your hand, keeping you near.
âIâm sorry âbout all the mess with Merle,â he said quietly.
âI know, told you, you donât have to apologize for him, itâs not your fault,â you told him, but Daryl just shrugged. âDonât snap at him because of me now, no more fighting, okay? Youâll end up upset and itâs not worthyâŚâ You didnât want him to fight with his brother because of you, and you were afraid he might end up resenting you for it. âButâŚthank you for speaking up for me, when Merle was saying all those things about me.â
âMerle was beinâ a prick, ainât gonna let him be an asshole to ya like that,â Daryl said, and you couldnât help your small smile.
âThank you, DarylâŚbut not more fighting with your brother because of me...â You told him and Daryl just shrugged. âHeyâŚyou know that what he said is not true, right? Iâm not going to leave.â You thought Daryl knew, but just in case⌠âAnd Iâm not playing you, or anything of that, Iâm notâŚâ
âYeah, I know.â Daryl assured you, lifting your hand to his lips to kiss your knuckles, making you feel butterflies again. âHe was just talking bullshit.â
âHe wasâŚIf only I knew whatâs his problem with meâŚbut I donât know how to fix itâŚâ You sighed.
âAinât yer fault, Merleâs the one being an ass.â Daryl told you, and you nodded.
âOkayâŚI should get goingâŚâ
âWait.â Daryl didnât let go of your hand, and he began chewing the thumbnail of his other hand. You frowned, you knew he was nervous, and you wondered what else was wrong. âYa, uhâŚya said to Merle that, uhâŚthat ya love me.â
âYeahâŚIâŚI do Daryl, I love you,â you whispered, shy. âOf course I do.â
Darylâs lips curled into a smile at that, looking at you before dropping his gaze down. âLove ya too,â he whispered.
The butterflies began dancing in your belly again, and you reached out to cup Darylâs face, stroking his cheek before leaning to kiss his lips.
âTomorrow, once yer done with yer art class, ya wanna come to the garage,â Daryl told you once you pulled back. âAnd Iâll walk ya home?â
âSure.â You nodded before kissing him once more. âIâll see you tomorrow then. Good night.â
âNight.â
*
The next day, you went to the garage to wait until Daryl were done working, and while he fixed a car, he explained to you what he was doing. You didnât get much, even if you nodded along, but you appreciated it.
Once he was done, he walked you to your place, and even though you both didnât speak much, you enjoyed it nonetheless.
âHeyâŚdo you want to stay for dinner, maybe?â You asked.
âI, uhâŚâ Daryl seemed unsure.
âYou donât have to, itâs fine, I promise,â you assured him, squeezing his hand.
âNah, Iâll stay, Iâll call Merle,â he finally said.
âAre you sure?â You asked and Daryl nodded. âOkay.â You smiled, pecking his lips, before taking his hand and walking into your place.
Daryl headed to your phone to call Merle, and you to the kitchen to start making dinner. You heard him arguing with his brother over the phone, and you let out a sigh, regreting a bit to have asked him to stay for dinner. Finally, Daryl hung the phone and walked into the kitchen.
âHey, itâs okay, if you leave,â you told him softly, hating how defeated he looked.
âNahâŚnah, I ainât leavinâ,â he told you, chewing on his thumbnail.  âI, uhâŚall my life, I  followed Merle around, did whatever he wanted all the time, but, uhâŚIâm done with that.â
âOkay,â you told him with a soft smile, reaching to take his hand and stop him from gnawing the skin around his thumbnail. âThatâs goodâŚI told you, Sam should choose what he wants to do, and so should you.â
Daryl didnât say anything, just nodded at you with a small smile, and you pecked his lips before you went back to cook dinner, helped by Daryl.
After dinner, you were sat down on the sofa with Daryl, his arm around you, and the tv on, but you werenât paying attention, something kept distracting you, until you chuckled aloud.
âWhat?â Daryl asked, seeming confused.
âNothing, justâŚSamâs always with us, and you know I love to spend time with him too, but sometimes I thought that Iâd like to have time some evening just for you and meâŚwell, here we are, just you and meâŚand Iâm missing the kid,â you chuckled.
âYeahâŚâ Daryl chuckled too, giving you a small smile. âI miss him tooâŚdunno what he and Merle are gonna be doinâ by themselvesâŚâ His smile was gone, a frown on his face now.
âGo back home to him,â you told him.
âNah, itâs fine, I told ya, Merle wonât hurt the kid or nothinâ.â
âI know, butâŚbut some things he said sometimes to himâŚare not very good,â you sighed. âBesides, you want to go.â
âAinât that, I like beinâ here with ya,â Daryl told you, serious.
âI know.â You nodded. âBut youâre thinking about Sam, just like I amâŚso, go back home to him, and Iâll see you tomorrow, okay?â
âOkay.â Daryl finally nodded, though he seemed to feel guilty, and so you leaned to kiss him, before getting up and taking his hand, walking him to the door.
âGo and say hi to Sam from me,â you told him before kissing his lips again.
âYeahâŚyeah, I will,â Daryl murmured, leaning his forehead on yours for a second before he pulled back. âânight.â
âGood night.â
*
N/A
I fear this is not the end of Merle trouble.
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Hot Cocoa Pt. 18
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Summer is over and a new schoolar year starts.
You can find the previous chapters and more fics in my Masterlist
You were at the Dixonâs kitchen, cooking, when Daryl walked in, frowning as he looked at the soup that you were blending.
âWhatâs that?â
âLettuce soup.â
ââŚthat ainât a thinâ,â Daryl said and you chuckled.
âI didnât know it was, but it isâŚwe have so much lettuce, I donât want it to go bad, but even myself Iâm a bit tired of eating salad every dayâ The Dixonâs werenât too fans of salad themselves. âSo I looked on some cookbooks what else can you do with lettuce, and it says that you can make lettuce soup!â
âLettuce soupâŚâ Daryl muttered, looking at it as if it were going to attack him.
âI know, itâs weirdâŚbut I thought it was worth a try. It also has potato and onion,â you explained. Once you finished blending and seasoning the soup, you took a spoonful to try it, and your eyes widened at it. âThis isâŚthis is actually really goodâŚâ You said and Daryl gave you a questioning look. âIt is, Iâm not joking! I like it maybe even more than saladâŚitâs good!â
You seemed to pick Darylâs curiosity, because he took the spoon and tried the soup too, and he too seemed confused. âYeahâŚyeah, ainât bad.â He looked at the pot, seeming surprised, and you couldnât blame him. âBetter than salad.â
âIâm glad you think that because with all that lettuce, weâll be eating that for the whole week,â you chuckled, now that you had tested it and it was good, you planned on making a big pot of it.
âOkayâŚâ Daryl chuckled too, leaning against the counter to watch you as you began cooking again. âHey, I was thinkinââŚI have next week free, so I was thinkinâ, if maybe ya want us to go campinâ to the woods for a few days.â
You grinned at that. âSure, Iâd love to!â
âOkay.â Daryl gave you a soft smile. âIâm gonna tell Sam.â
âHeâs going to be so happy about it!â
âYeah, yeah, he will.â
*
You camped in the same spot that you had done during spring break, but this time, you stayed for almost a week and not only a couple of days. During those days, you hiked a lot with the Dixonâs, enjoying it no matter your legs always ended up sore, and also every day youâd go to the river, more to play in the water with Sam than to swim.
They taught you how to get oriented in the woods like they did, and also some basics about tracking. You knew Daryl wasnât planning on hunting with you there, but still, the couple of times that they spot a trail while you hiked, they showed you how to follow it, what to look for tracking, and you couldnât be more delighted when, one of those times, you followed the Dixonâs until you spotted a cute deer ahead that you could watch for a bit before it ran away.
*
Back home, one morning you woke up in Darylâs bed. The sun was raising but for once, he hadnât waken up before you, and he was still curled up next to you, your arms wrapped around him as you held him, and his back pressed against your chest.
You smiled sleepily, he was so cute when he sleptâŚyou didnât want to move, but you had to go to the bathroom, and so you kissed Darylâs shoulder and got up. Once you went back to the room, Daryl had moved to lie on his belly, holding the pillow to himâŚhe was just so damn cute.
You sat down next to him and began brushing your fingers over the bare skin of his back. After a while, you heard him humming sleepily, and when you began placing soft kisses over his back, his lips curled up into a smile as he began to wake up. You didnât stop caressing his back, though, and Daryl didnât seem in a rush to move either. Eventually, your fingers began to absentmindedly trace one of the scars of his back, the deepest one.
âLooks like shitâŚâ Daryl muttered when he noticed it.
âIt doesnâtâŚI love your back,â you said and Daryl just scoffed, and so you moved to straddle his back. âI love those cute freckles,â you said as your hands caressed his skin before you reached his shoulders, rubbing at them. âAnd your shouldersâŚthose are the best shoulders in the worldâŚwell, your arms are pretty great too, I canât chooseâŚluckily I donât have to, I can admire bothâŚâ
Daryl scoffed, turning his head to look at you with an arched eyebrow and blushed cheeks. âYa still asleep so yer talkinâ nonsense?â
âItâs not nonsense!â
âYeah, sureâŚâ
Daryl rolled his eyes at you, but he snorted when you gently bit his shoulder, and he moved under you so heâd lie on his back but youâd still be on top of him. You grinned at him and he reached out a hand to cup your face, smiling softly while he caressed your cheek, before he went serious.
âMy dad, he died before Sam was born,â he said quietly. âAndâŚmaybe Iâm a shit person but Iâm glad for it, that he ainât around Sam.â
âYou are not a shit person,â you said, stroking his cheek. âAnd if you are, then so am I, because Iâm glad too.â You knew that Darylâs father had hurt him physically and emotionally, you were sure that even more than you knew yet. You hated that Daryl had to go through all that, but you were glad that Sam didnât have to.
Daryl didnât say anything else, just looked at you with a small smile, and so you decided not to say anything else either, leaning to kiss his lips.
*
Before you knew it, summer was coming to an end, and a new school year was starting. You liked your job, sure you did, but you wouldnât have minded summer to last for another month, so you could still have time for yourself, and to spend it with Daryl and Sam.
You had good news, though youâd been sure that youâd keep your job at the school as you had assured Daryl, even though you knew heâd still been thinking about it, but now it was official, and on the first teaching meeting, you could see some surprised faces to see you again, others seeming to be anything but happy to see you backâŚthey still treated you with coldness and disdain, but you were set on not let them ruin the year for you.
This course, Sam wasnât in your group, and you had the suspicion that the principal had done it on purpose. He was disappointed, and you also didnât like that maybe his new teacher was one of those whoâd be harsh on Sam for being a Dixon or let the other kids treat him wrong, but you were going to keep an eye on it no matter what, and on the other hand, that way nobody could accuse you of being favoring Sam over other kids for your relationship with Daryl.
Besides, youâd see Sam after class, in your art activity, that would be back too after parents had asked for it.
Once classes started, you were happy enough with your group of kids for that new school year, and you had already been making plans for what you wanted to work with them that year, and also for the art activity, to which most of the kids that went last year seemed to be back.
Around a month or so after the classes started, Daryl told you that Merle was getting released and coming back home the next week. You tried to be supportive of it, be happy for Daryl and Sam, but you couldnât help but be apprehensive tooâŚyou knew Merle didnât like you, and you didnât like the way he behaved with Sam, but you hoped you both could put your differences to the side and tolerate each other as best as possible.
On Monday, after the classes finished, you were walking with Sam to the art activity when you saw Merle Dixon walking through the school door. You knew he was released that day, but you hadnât expected him to show up there.
âDad!â Sam had spotted him too, and he was running to him to hug him.
âHey, kid!â
Taking a deep breath, you approached them and hoped for the best. âHello, Merle, Iâm Y/N, I donât know if you remem-â
âYeah, I know who ya are,â Merle interrupted you, barely glancing at you. âCome on, kid, weâre leavinâ.â
âActually, Sam was coming to the after-class art activity,â you said and Merle scoffed.
âHe ainât no needinâ that anymore now that Iâm back home,â Merle said. âWeâre leavinâ.â
âThatât true, he doesnât need it, but I think we should ask him what he wants to do,â you said, trying to sound as polite as you could. âHe doesnât need to stay for the whole afternoon anymore, but maybe heâd like to stay painting with his friends for a little bit and so you can stay with him too if you want to see how we work and what are we going to be doing for the year,â you suggested, you still hadnât really had any teacher conversation with Merle about Sam, but Merle scoffed.
âYa hear that, kid? Ya wanna stay here instead of cominâ home with yer dad?â
âIâŚâ Sam looked from Merle to you as if he didnât know what to do, and you hated that he was put in that situation, feeling like you were to blame to...You should have said anything, it was the first day that Merle was back, sure him and Sam wanted to spend it together, and they shouldâŚbut you hadnât been able to stop yourself. âWe can go home.â
Sam looked at you as he said that as if he thought you were upset, and so you gave him a smile. âOkay, sweetheart, I see you tomorrow, yeah?â Sam seemed to relax at that, and he nodded, smiling.
Merle chuckled, giving you a smug smile. âYa really thought my kid was gonna pick ya and yer art thing instead of me?â
âIâŚI didnât think or suggest anything like that,â you said, trying not to let Merle get to you and then tried to keep it polite. âAnd itâs your first day back, so of course you both should spend it together.â
Merle didnât say anything, just chuckled again as he looked you up and down with a smirk, before grabbing Samâs hand and walking away. âCome on, kid.â
Once they walked out of the school, you let out a frustrated sigh. You really wanted to make things right with Merle, but you didnât know how, and your second impression of him hadnât been better than the first.
âAinât it delightful to be part of the Dixonâs family,â another teacher commented venomously while she walked to the school door too, and you resisted the urge to flip her off, instead heading to the office to phone Daryl.
âHello?â Darylâs boss answered the phone.
âHello, itâs Y/N, can I speak to Daryl?â
âSure, wait a minute.â
âHey?â Darylâs voice.
âHeyâŚMerle just came to pick Sam.â
âHeâs here already?â
âYesâŚso, you donât need to come pick up Sam later, heâs already at home with your brother.â
ââŚâkay⌠ya want me to pick  ya up? Ya can come home if ya wanna.â
âIâŚâ You werenât looking forwards to spend the evening with Merle, even if you knew you both should work out your situation. âNo, itâs okay, itâs the first day Merleâs back home, it should be an evening for you threeâŚIâll see you tomorrow, okay?â
âOkay, thenâŚâ
*
On the next afternoon, when you were walking to the art activity with Sam, Merle showed up again.
âCome on, kid, weâre leavinâ,â he said without acknowledging you.
âBut dadâŚtold you I wanted to stay to the art class todayâŚâ Sam said, and Merle scoffed.
âYa ainât gonna waste time paintinâ or whatever ya do with that teacher.â
âItâs not a waste of time!â Sam said. âAnd Daryl and Y/N say Iâm good at it.â
ââcourse they doâŚâ Merle scoffed again, glaring at you before looking at Sam. âLook, kid, paininâ? Aintât good for nothinâ, weâre gonna go to the woods and track some venison, okay? Daryl said ya like tracking and that yer good, letâs see it, yeah?â
âOkayâŚâ Sam sighed.
âMerle, if Sam wants to stay, then he should stay,â you said, trying not to snap. âEven just for a bit, you can come to pick him up in an hour or so, or if you want to, you can stay so you can see what is it that we do in this class.â
âLook, woman.â Merle walked closer to you, but you didnât back down. âYou think that because now yer not only my kidâs teacher but my brotherâs bitch, ya have a say in what my kid does or doesnât?â
âDonât speak like that here, thereâre kidsâŚlike your kid, for example,â you said through gritted teeth. âItâs not me having a saying on it, itâs Sam saying what he wants to do.â
âHe wants to come huntinâ with me, right, kid?â Merle said, looking at Sam, who glanced from you and Merle, nodding, before looking at you again.
âItâs okay, Y/N, I like tracking in the woods too,â Sam said, and Merle smirked at you, but you werenât going to fight, even if you were annoyed, the kids from your art activity were waiting and looking from the class door, and you could see a couple of other teachers looking too.
âOkay, sweetheart.â You smiled at Sam. âIâll see you soon.â
âSee you, Y/N.â
*
Once every kid from your art activity had been picked up, you went to the office to phone Daryl.
âYour brother came again and took Sam, you donât need to come,â you told him when his boss passed him the phone. âSam wanted to stay but Merle didnât care.â
ââŚIâm sorryâŚâ Daryl sighed, sounding tired.
âLook, Daryl, I donât care if Samâd rather go hunting with Merle like today than stay to my art class,â you kept going, upset. âItâs not that, okay? Heâs his father, so I understand that Samâd rather go with him. But Merle canât say stuff like painting is worthless and a waste of time in front of Sam, who loves painting, and Merle should listen to what his kid has to say.â
âI knowâŚIâm sorryâŚâ Daryl said. âHey, what if I go pick ya up when I finish, walk ya home?â
âOkayâŚâ You nodded. âBut I finished already, so Iâll go pick you up instead, alright?â
âOkay.â
*
Soon, you were walking into the garage, waving and saying hi to Darylâs boss and to the other guy working in the yard, before heading towards Daryl.
âGonna take me a bit to finish,â he said, nodding towards the car he was working on.
âItâs okay, Iâll wait.â You chewed on your lip, looking at him. âLook, DarylâŚIâm sorry I snapped at you by phone, I was upset, but it wasnât your fault.â
âNah, I get it.â Daryl shrugged.
âStillâŚI get that Sam would rather go with his dad, heâs missed him, and I know that he likes the woods and tracking, itâs normal that he wanted to go with him when Merle askedâŚâ You knew it, yet you couldnât help but be upset. âButâŚI donât know, Sam said that heâd wanted to stay at the art class before Merle told him they were going hunting, and it looked like Merle would have taken him even if Sam would have rather stayed at classâŚI didnât like itâŚand he canât say stuff like art being a waste of time when Sam likes it so much.â
âI knowâŚIâm sorryâŚâ Daryl let out a tired sigh, reaching towards you, and you held his hand, unbothered by the grease stains.
âIs not you who has to be sorry,â you told him softly. âIâm just venting but you know Iâm not upset with you, right?â You asked and Daryl nodded. âI didnât mean to snap at youâŚbut Daryl, you have to do something about the way he speaks to SamâŚsure, Merle is his dad, but youâre his uncle and youâve been taking care of him all these years.â
âYeah, butâŚâ Daryl shrugged helplessly. âItâs just the way Merle isâŚâ
âThatâs no excuseâŚâ You let out a sigh, not sure of how to explain it to Daryl anymore.
âKid likes ya, he likes to be with ya, he likes paintinâ and he likes the art activity, I know it, and he said it yesterday and said that he wanted to stay in it,â Daryl told you.
âBet Merle loved to hear thatâŚâ You scoffed.
âI mean that he ainât gonna want to go huntinâ with Merle always, heâs gonna want to stay with ya at the art class too.â
âThatâs good butâŚI donât mean that, Daryl, itâs okay if Sam now wants do something else thatâs not the art class, what I mean is that he should do what he wants to, not what Merle tells him because he thinks something else is worthless or because he has a problem with me or something like that.â You were sure that, even if Merle might think that an art class was a waste of time, he also didnât want Sam to stay because you were the teacher. âLikeâŚif someday he decides that yes, he wants to stay to the art class, I donât want Merle dragging him away.â
âI knowâŚhe wonâtâŚâ Daryl assured you, even though he didnât sound very convincing. âIâll talk to him.â
âOkayâŚâ
âMerle ainât gonna be picking up Sam every day, though, heâs just doinâ it âcause he just came back, ainât gonna lastâŚand heâs doinâ it to take the piss out of ya too, takinâ Sam from yer class.â So, Daryl thought like you. âBut heâll get bored of goinâ everyday, or heâll get drunk, or high, or somethinâ and wonât go.â
âOr, he will get high or drunk and come to the school like that, which will be delightful,â you retorted and Daryl snorted, but he gave you a sad look.
âIâm sorryâŚâ
âI know but itâs not you who has to be.â You squeeze his hands. âOkayâŚIâll shut up and let you finish with that car.â
*
Once Daryl finished working, he walked you home, holding your hand, both of you silent until you stopped in front of your door.
âYa sure ya donât wanna come for dinner?â Daryl asked you.
âNoâŚMerle wouldnât like that, you know it,â you sighed.
âSam wouldâŚâ Daryl shrugged. âAnd, uhâŚIâd too.â
You let out a sigh and reached to hold his hands. âMaybe another eveningâŚone when Merle and I werenât snapping at each other just a few hours beforeâŚâ You werenât sure if that day would come, though. âBut not this evening.â
âOkayâŚâ
âHey, but, if you want, you can stay for dinner,â you suggested.
âWould like to butâŚguess Merle and Sam are expectinâ me to go back after work,â Daryl said. He was looking guilty, when he had no reason, and so you gave him a tired smile.
âI get it,â you said, squeezing his hands. âAnother day, then.â You chewed on your lip, but you didnât want Merle to stop you from spending time with Daryl. âI could go for lunch this Saturday, maybeâŚâ There were still a couple of days until the weekend, and you hoped that things would be more settled with Merle by then.
âOkay.â Daryl nodded, giving you a small, half-smile, and you leaned to kiss his lips.
âHave a good night, say hi to Sam from me, and donât let Merle be a prick to any of you both,â you told him, only half-joking.
âIâll tryâŚâ
*
N/AÂ
More dealing with Merle in the next chapter.
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Hot Cocoa Pt.17
Daryl Dixon  x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Domestic Daryl and summer break
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You were at home, waiting for Daryl and Sam, who that Saturday morning had gone to visit Merle at jail, as they usually did once a month, and you were getting lunch ready for when they came back.
When they did, they both seemed upset, and you worried at it. âThereâs something wrong?â
âI told dad about youâŚthat you were uncle Darylâs girlfriend,â Sam said, seeming sad and a bit guilty, and you reached out to hold his hand.
âThatâs okay, sweetheart,â you assured him, and you hoped that Daryl hadnât gotten angry with him for that or something like that, and thatâs why they looked like that, but it would be strange.
âButâŚhe didnât like itâŚâ Sam sighed and you hated how sad he looked âI donât know whyâŚâ
âDonât worry, sweetheart,â you said softly, though you honestly didnât know what to tell him, but you werenât surprised, Merle hadnât given you the best first impression the only time that you saw him, and you knew it was the same for him. âThe first time he saw me, he was worried that something had happened to you, he doesnât know me, Iâm sure that the next time we meet, itâll go better,â you told Sam, who just shrugged. âHey, what if you go play with the cat while I finish lunch?â
âOkayâŚâ Sam nodded, heading towards the box of cat toys.
You gave Daryl a look and he followed you into the kitchen, closing the door behind you both.
âIâm sorryâŚâ You said quietly.
Daryl was looking tense, but he let out a tired sigh, shaking his head. âAinât ya who has to be.â
âWas it too bad?â
âYeahâŚa messâŚâ Daryl sighed again and you reached out towards him but waited for him to move closer, not wanting to overwhelm him, unsure if heâd like to be hugged at the moment, but Daryl stepped closer, pulling you to him.
âWant to talk about it?â You whispered, stroking his hair, and Daryl pulled away, but he kept one of his hands in yours.
âJustâŚkid mentioned ya, said that ya wereâŚya know, with me,â Daryl said. âAnd MerleâŚhe, uhâŚgot pissed, I guess, said some things âbout ya, it upset Sam, he tried sayinâ that ya were nice, it pissed Merle moreâŚâDaryl ran a hand through his hair seeming tired, and you stopped yourself from asking him what exactly was Merle saying about you. âSo he snapped at the kid too and kept sayinâ stuff âbout ya, so I snapped at himâŚhe didnât like thatâŚso he began yellinâ and, ya know, itâs jail, and inmate yellinâ at someone ainât gonna be allowed so the guards dragged him awayâŚso I bet heâs more pissed nowâŚâ
âDarylâŚIâm sorryâŚâ You reached out to hug him again, and Daryl buried his face on your shoulder. You hated that he and Sam had to go through that, especially since in part it was for you.
âAinât yer fault,â Daryl murmured.
âMerleâŚitâs like I told Sam, he doesnât know me, the only time heâd seen meâŚit wasnât the best, I know it, so I get it if he dislikes meâŚâ You tried to understand it, but still, you were wary about Merle, and you didnât know why he seemed to dislike you that much. âButâŚheâll get used to me, right? When he gets to know meâŚâ You said but Daryl just hummed against your neck. âWhy does he even dislikes me like that? I mean, what did he said?â
It took Daryl a couple of seconds to say something to that. âNothinââŚainât nothinâ, justâŚjust Merleâs bullshitâŚâ
âOkayâŚâ You sighed, and Daryl kissed your shoulder before looking up and pulling away from you.
âHe, uhâŚheâll have time to get used to ya âcause heâs going out on probation this fall,â Daryl said, looking down and fidgeting.
âReally?â You didnât know what to think. âGoodâŚthatâs good.â
Daryl snorted quietly, arching an eyebrow at you with a small, half-smile. âYou donât mean that.â
âIâŚâ You let out a sigh. âHeâs your brother and Samâs dad, you both love him and miss him, so yes, despite any misunderstanding between him and I, I guess that itâs good heâs back home.â
Daryl looked at you, the smile that tugged at the corner of his lip getting a bit bigger, and he cupped your cheek, leaning to kiss your forehead. âI wonât let him be an asshole to ya.â
âThanksâŚbut donât get in trouble with your brother because of me.â You were afraid that it might end up making Daryl resent you or angry at you, if you were the cause of fights between him and his brother, and you didnât want their relationship to be strained anyway, much less with Sam in the middle.
Daryl didnât say anything, and so you turned back to finish lunch.
âSoâŚâ You began. âHeâs getting out this fall, you said?â
âYeahâŚâ
âGoodâŚthat means I have all summer to hoard you and Sam just for myself,â you said, only half-joking, and Daryl snorted, smiling softly as he looked at you.
*
Before you knew it, the scholar year came to an end, and with the last day of class, it also came the school play that youâd been organizing for the kids. No other teacher had offered to lend a hand with it, but to your surprise, the parents of the kids in your art activity, did, especially the ones you had met at Tulipâs birthday, and Tulipâs parents themselves.
You used your after school activity to both let the kids rehearse the play, and also make the scenery with them, and so during the last few weeks, while you and the kids worked hard to finish everything, some parents also lent a hand, helping around for a bit when they came to pick their kids, much to Darylâs awkwardness whenever he came to pick Sam and saw that he wasnât the only one, but you knew that he was glad that people were helping you, no matter what.
The play was a success, if you may say so yourself, you were sure the kids had a great time with it, and so you were happy.
Not many teachers had come to watch it, only the ones with students that performed in it, and also the principal, you guessed that because she must, but still, no one of them spoke a word to you, and like the last time, they left without asking if they could help with something.
This time, though, not only Daryl and Sam helped you to take down the scenery and everything else, but also most of the kids from your art activity and their parents, and you were pleased when they asked you if you were going to be there the next year too and also organize the art activity again, seeming to want you too, and the kids also seemed to really want itâŚit made you happier than you could explain.
Maybe the other teachers would still be colder than ice to you next year, ignore you, maybe be back to their mean comments, you didnât care, it meant the world that the kids from your group and the art activity wanted you to stay, and also their parents, who maybe didnât dislike you as much as you had once thought.
Later that evening, you were at your place with Daryl and Sam, watching a movie. You were snuggled to Darylâs side, his arm around your shoulders, while Sam seemed to have fallen asleep at the other side of the sofa, while your cat snuggled between you all.
âI heard some people askinâ ya if ya were goinâ to be here next course,â Daryl said quietly, and you turned to grin at him.
âYes, itâs made me really happy,â you said, and Daryl gave you a soft smile, leaning to kiss the top of your head.
âSoâŚya know already if yaâll still have yer job?â Daryl asked and you let out a sigh, not wanting him to worry about that.
âNot officially, but Iâm sure I will, Iâll ask for it, and last year it didnât seem like anyone else was interested anyway,â you explained. âSo Iâm pretty sure Iâll keep my job.â
âBut want if ya donâtâŚâ
âDonât worry about that, I will.â You turned to look at Daryl, trying to reassure him, but he still was frowning. âI will, and if I donât and I end up in another school, which is not going to happen, then, I know itâs not the same, but Iâd come to see you and Sam on the weekends.â
âWould ya?â Daryl asked, seeming unsure.
âOf course Iâd, you really doubt it?â You asked him, wishing heâd know how much he and Sam meant to you now, how much youâd miss them if you had to leave. âAs long as you wanted me to.â
âI want ya to,â Daryl said.
âThen I would miss you both all week and come visit the weekends,â you assured them. âBut again, you donât want to worry about that, because Iâm pretty sure Iâm keeping the job.â
âWhen yaâll know for sure?â Daryl asked, and you had the feeling he wasnât going to stop worrying no matter how much you tried.
âNot until the end of summer, Iâm sorryâŚbut donât worry, Iâm keeping it, who else would my coworkers annoy otherwise?â You joked, trying to make him smile, and Daryl gave you a half-smile.
âAnyone else they send.â
âWellâŚI want to believe Iâm special and theyâd rather annoy me and only me.â You grinned and Daryl snorted, tugging at you to hold you tighter against his chest.
*
Now that there wasnât school anymore, you spent most of your days, and nights, at the Dixonâs, but you felt guilty about leaving your cat alone for so long, and so some days itâd be them whoâd go to your place. You knew that Daryl wouldnât mind if you took the cat with you, and that Sam would like it, but you didnât want to stress her and you didnât think sheâd like to go from one place to the other day in day out, no matter she seemed to like Sam.
One of those nights that they spent in your place, you were sat down against the headboard of your bed, playing with Darylâs hair as he laid with his head on your lap, ranting about some idiot whoâd gone to the garage that afternoon and been a demanding prick to him and the other to guys at the garage.
âHe went to class with me, was a prick already back then,â Daryl grumbled. âLike half the people in this shit town.â
âHave you ever thought on moving?â You asked as you kept stroking his hair.
âWhat?â
âMoving to another town, if you really donât like it here, I know how people talk bullshit about your family and I know how tiring and upsetting that is, even if itâs sad that youâd have to move because of thatâ you elaborated. âAlso Sam could go to another school, somewhere else where teachers wonât be assholes because of whatever problem they have with Dixonâs.â
âYeah, butâŚdunnoâŚâ Daryl shifted awkwardly on your lap. âIâve been always hereâŚand got the cabin, it was my grandadâsâŚand the job and allâŚâ
âI get it.â You nodded. âBut youâre a great mechanic, Iâm sure you could get a job somewhere else.â
âYeah, sure,â Daryl scoffed, and you hated it when he berated himself like that, but you didnât say anything, not wanting to argue. âDoesnât matter anyway, Merle wouldnât want to leave, and I canât just take the kid and go.â
âI understand,â you said, brushing your fingers across his cheek before playing with his hair again.
âI, uhâŚâ Daryl looked at you before looking away. âIâm sorry that I keep ya here.â
âDonât. Itâs worthy, and I told you, I like my classroom, I like the kids, and being with you, sharing my time with Sam and you, itâs well worth and I wouldnât change it no matter what,â you said, pushing past your shyness. Daryl didnât say anything, but he held your hand and lifted it to his lips, kissing your knuckles, and you felt as if you might melt.
âIâm sorry âbout Sam too, that he has to be in that school with those assholesâŚâ He sighed.
âYeahâŚbut thatâs not your fault, Daryl, okay?â You said, stroking his cheek again. âAnd you know Iâm going to work so things get better at the school.â
âYeahâŚthings got better already anyway, since yer here,â Daryl told you, looking at you with a soft, small smile, and you couldnât stop your own, leaning down to kiss his lips.
*
You woke up one morning in Darylâs bed, finding it empty. You got up and walked to the kitchen, smiling when you found breakfast for you ready on the table, and when you looked through the small window, you saw Daryl and Sam at the yard, picking up some of the tomatoes that had already grown.
âGood morninâ, Y/N.â Sam waved at you when he spotted you, and Daryl looked back, smiling when he found you on the window.
âGood morning guys.â You waved at them too before you went to eat your breakfast, and you had just finished when Daryl walked in, carrying some tomatoes that he put on a bowl over the counter. âThanks for breakfast,â you told him. Daryl just shrugged with a small smile, and so you reached to hold his hand, tugging at him closer to you to peck his lips. âIâm thinking about going to visit my family this week or the next.â
âReally?â Daryl arched an eyebrow at you, you hadnât gone to visit them since Christmas.
âYeahâŚI mean, I have holidays, so I should go visit for some days.â You let out a sigh, you werenât enthusiastic about it, but you knew you shouldnât go all summer without going home. âThen maybe also visit some friends from when I worked on a school not too far from my hometown.â
âOkay.â
âItâll be for a week or something like that,â you told Daryl, thinking it aloud. âIâll leave the cat here so she doesnât have to travel because you and Sam can look over her, right?â It wasnât only that your cat hated traveling and it stressed her, also since you had the car accident while coming back from the vet and had been so scared about your cat maybe having gotten hurt or killed, you felt uneasy at the idea of driving with her.
âYeah, we will.â
âOkay, thanks.â You tugged at Darylâs hand again, pulling him closer so you could pick his lips again, before looking at him, chewing on your lip. âDaryl, I was thinkingâŚwould you mind if I tell my family about you?â
âI donât butâŚthey donât know meâŚâ Daryl shrugged, seeming shy.
âYeah, but, if you donât mind, Iâd like to tell them thatâŚyou know that Iâm happy with someone andâŚyeah, all that,â you said, shy tooâŚin fact, you felt shy about telling them, not sure of how to do it, but you knew you wanted to.
âOkay.â Daryl nodded, still seeming shy, but a smile tugged at his lips when you said that you were happy, but soon he was frowning again. âYa think thatâŚthat maybe they dislike me or somethinâ, âcauseâŚdunnoâŚâ
âI doubt itâŚas you said, they donât know you, so they canât dislike you,â you joked and Daryl snorted, shaking his head at you. âBut, they wouldnâtâŚyouâre going to say youâre not, but, youâre pretty amazingâŚand even if they did, I donât care what they think, honestly.â You shrugged. âI meanâŚyour brother dislikes me, soâŚâ It didnât seem to have gone well the last time that Daryl and Sam went to visit Merle and Sam tried again to talk about you. âAnd you donât care that he doesâŚright?â Now you were feeling unsure. âI meanâŚitâs not ideal, I know, and you know Iâll try to make things right between your brother and me, I want to get along with him.â It was important for Daryl and Sam, you knew. âBut I mean, itâs not like youâre going to dump me because your brother dislikes meâŚright?â
Daryl blinked at you, and then he snorted, looking at you as if you were silly. âI ainât gonna dump ya âcause my brother talks shit like he always does.â
âOkayâŚokay, I thought soâŚâ You noddedâŚbut sometimes, you couldnât help that worry, in the back of your mind, since you knew how important Merle was to Daryl.
âYer sillyâŚâ Daryl said softly, pulling you close and holding you before leaning to kiss your forehead.
âI knowâŚâ You chuckled. âSoâŚitâs the same to me, I donât care what my family thinksâŚbesides, theyâd like you, youâre pretty amazingâŚâ Daryl scoffed at that, and you knew better than to try and fight it.
âYeah, sureâŚâ
âSo, I wonât be here to stay with Sam while you work,â you said, youâd given it a lot of thought.
âItâs fine, ya know I can take him to the garage while I work, I did that all the time, and before he even had school.â Daryl shrugged.
âSoâŚyou what, had Sam strapped to you with one of those carriers while you worked on cars?â You asked, chuckling.
âActuallyâŚyeah.â
âReally? Oh, I wish I could have seen that! That had to be so cute!â You couldnât help but squeal and Daryl just chuckled, shaking his head at you, but you could see that he was smiling.
*
On Monday, you went back to your hometown with the idea of staying at your momâs until Friday, and then go visit some friends in a nearby town, before heading back home to Daryl and Sam.
That evening, once you needed a break from family, you decided to phone Daryl.
âHello?â
âHi, itâs Y/N.â
âHey, everythinâ okay?â
âYesâŚsame oldâŚâ You chuckled. âI miss you.â
âYaâve been away just for eight hours,â Daryl snorted.
âSo? Canât I miss you and Sam already? Because I do,â you half-joked.
âYeahâŚkidâs making plans already for when you come back, so Iâd say he misses ya too,â Daryl said and you couldnât help your smile. âHeâs here sayinâ that he wanna talk to ya.â
âOkay, give him the phone!â
*
Sure, family was family and all that, but after three days at your momâs, you were already pretty overwhelmed and stressed about family, since both her and her husband, and also his daughters were at home all the time, because they had holidays tooâŚyou looked forwards to the evenings, when you could escape the full house for a bit while you talked by phone with Daryl and Sam.
On the third day, though, your teacher friend Naomi came to your hometown to visit you for a couple of days, despite not being near hers, and you couldnât be happier about it, no matter that you had to endure her unrelenting teasing at you and Daryl having gotten together right the same day you had told her that it wasnât like that between you and him, when sheâd told you that Daryl and you should stop being shy and silly and confess your feelings. She was happy for you, though, you knew, and she too seemed to be doing good.
On the weekend, you went to visit some friends in a nearby town, and then, on Monday, you headed back home, arriving after lunch.
You drove directly to the garage, since Daryl was working, and you knew heâd taken Sam with him, like heâd been doing for the week. You parked outside the garage and walked into the yard, smiling when you saw Daryl working on a bike, Sam next to him, seeming to listen to whatever Daryl was explaining about the bike.
âHi, guys,â you greeted.
âY/N!â Sam grinned when he saw you, running to hug you, and your heart squeezed at itâŚyou really loved that adorable kid.
âHey,â Daryl greeted you once Sam released you, giving you a small smile, and he didnât hug you like Sam, but he leaned to peck your lips, taking you by surprise, since another man was working not far and you knew that Daryl was shy, but he didnât seem to mind. âEverythinâ okay?â
âYeahâŚfineâŚI had enough family time to last me for a few months, though,â you chuckled. âI missed you, guys.â
âWe missed you too,â Sam said, grinning, and Daryl nodded.
âIâm going to head home, see the cat, I missed her too, unpack and get ready some things for dinnerâ you said. âSam, do you want to stay here with Daryl or do you want to come with me?â
Sam seemed to think it for a bit, but then he nodded to the bike. âIâll stay with Daryl so he can finish teaching me how to repair that bike.â
It seemed to take Daryl by surprise who blinked at him. âYa sure?â
âYesâŚcan I?â
âSure, kid, weâll finish fixinâ this bike,â Daryl said, a smile tugging at his lips.
âAnd then we can go have dinner with Y/N?â Sam asked.
âSure.â Daryl nodded, smiling softly at you, and you hoped theyâd stay the night too.
âOkay, guys, Iâm going to greet my cat, unpack, and start making dinner for us all.â
*
Daryl and Sam stayed for the night, and so late that night, you were snuggled to Darylâs chest, humming contently as he stroke your hair.
âSo..everythinâ was good with yer family?â He asked and you shrugged, letting out a sigh.
âI guessâŚthey can get in my nerves though, but maybe thatâs my problem, I let them overwhelm me too easilyâŚâ You chuckled. âSo, yeah, a couple of days itâs fine, but not more, I couldnât wait to leave.â
âBut, uhâŚthey treat ya good?â Daryl asked you. You didnât know much about his family, but you knew enough to know what he was asking and why.
âThey donât treat me bad, not like that,â you assured him, pulling back so you could look down at him. âItâs justâŚI donât really get along that much with my momâs husband and the daughters, they havenât always been the nicest to me, itâs better now becauseâŚI donât know, years pass. But more often than not they seemed annoyed that Iâm thereâŚmy mom sometimes too, even when she asks me to go, becauseâŚwell, once she got with her boyfriend, he and his kids became her priority, over me, I know it, so if she believes theyâre annoyed by me or something happens, sheâs going to blame it on me, sheâs not going to be happyâŚsoâŚyeahâŚâ
You had never told anyone about this, not like that, but you found yourself speaking about it to Daryl.
âThey also believe that I think Iâm better than them or something, so they get defensive and angry about it even if I do nothingâŚâ You sighed. âEverything I do that annoys them somehow, it was never an accident or a misunderstanding, itâs always on purpose on my side to annoy themâŚeven if itâs not trueâŚso, yeah, it gets pretty tiring once Iâm there for more than a couple of days.â
âIâm sorry,â Daryl murmured.
âDonât be, itâs fineâŚI just like to complain and whine about them sometimes.â You chuckled. âI told them I have a boyfriendâŚthey seemed surprised that Iâve gotten myself one,â you scoffed, but then smiled as you pulled back to look at Daryl again. âI wish I had taken a pic of you with me.â
âWhat for?â Daryl frowned.
âTo show off, of course!â You giggled, shifting until you were straddling Darylâs hips and sitting back to look at him. âLikeâŚif I had a pic of you to show to my stepsisters, theyâd be so pissed and so jealousy to see how handsome you are,â you grinned at Daryl, who scoffed and rolled his eyes at you, shifting under you, but you didnât move. âWhat, itâs true, theyâd see Iâve gotten a boyfriend thatâs not only looking interesting but also pretty hot tooâŚyeah, yeah, Iâd love to see their facesâŚtheyâd be so pissed.â
âYeah, sure,â Daryl scoffed again, and you knew he wouldnât believe it no matter what, even if sometimes you were indeed kind of surprised that someone as handsome as him had been interested in you that way. He shifted under you again, and you yelped when this time he managed to throw you off him, and you landed on your back with him hovering over you. âStop it.â
âOkayâŚâ You reached out to caress his face and pulled him down to kiss his lips. âIâll shut up about it butâŚyou know Iâll be thinking itâŚâ You joked, and Daryl scoffed against your lips before he kissed you again.
*
N/A
Back to school next chapter...oh, and Merle will be back.
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Hot Cocoa IX
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Thereâs a new teacher at the school, and with it, the chance for Y/N to finally make a friend there, even though he fears that Daryl might feel left out
You can find the previous chapters in my Masterlist
For the next week, neither the principal nor your coworkers gave you much trouble, and by that, you meant that they didnât talk shit about you or the Dixonâs and your relationship with them in front of you, and that you werenât called to the principalâs again, but they still acted like you didnât exist and were invisible, or acted mean towards you pretending that they didnât realize it, or talked over you when you needed to discuss anything about school or students, and so on, and so on. You tried to pay them no mind, though, as you had told Daryl that you should do.
You had kept seeing Daryl every afternoon when he came to pick up Sam from the art activity, and then, on Friday, they had gone to your place to watch a movie and have dinner with you, and you were happy that it was becoming some sort of weekend routine, that you loved.
On Monday, something happened that made you way happier than it maybe should, and maybe it was mean on your side, but you couldnât help it. One of the other teachers, Adam, who always was mean to you and shared your student group, broke a leg and applied for leave, and they sent a substitute.
And that new teacher, Naomi, was not mean to you, she was nice, friendly, a normal person, for once. When she introduced herself, she seemed surprised at how snarky or condescending everyone else seemed to be, and you felt for her, and so you tried to be extra nice.
You both had lunch together, talking about the other teachers and how youâd never been on a school with so many assholes that seemed to team together to make an even meaner entity, and it seemed that finally, you maybe were going to have a teacher friend, or at least a coworker who was helpful and not a prick to you.
Later that day, you were with Sam in the classroom, waiting for Daryl after the other kids had been picked up, and when Daryl walked in, both you and Sam grinned at him, talking at the same time as if you had rehearsed it, which you hadnât.
âThereâs a new teacher!â
When you realized that little Dixon and you had said that at the same time, both grinning excitedly, you almost snorted. Daryl seemed amused too, blinking at you both with a small, half-smile.
âDonât know which one of ya looks happier âbout it,â he said.
âSheâs nice!â Little Dixon said, as if that explained it allâŚand for you, it did.
âYes, she is nice!â You sounded like it was the last thing someone might expect, and for you, that had been the case in that school.
Daryl still seemed amused at how excited you both seemed about it, but he nodded. âSounds good.â
âIt is!â Sam grinned.
âYeah.â You nodded. âHey, wait if we get some cocoa before leaving?â
âYes!â Little Dixon said and Daryl nodded too.
âAlrightâŚhelp me with it, Daryl?â You asked him, and he nodded again.
âIâll put everythinâ in place while you make the cocoa,â Sam said, and you smiled at him, reaching to mess his hair.
âThank you, sweetheart.â
You walked to the teacherâs room with Daryl following you, and you turned to smile at him.
âShe really is nice, we had lunch together, I think I might have a teacher friend, finally,â you told Daryl, you could help it, happy about it. Daryl was looking at you with that half-smile, and for some reason, the way he looked at you made you feel those funny things in your belly again. âWe share groups, so she teaches Sam now too, instead of Adam.â He was one of those teachers who were mean to Sam for his name, which had been a continuous source of arguments between you two, as you shared that group of students. âSo, one less asshole around him too.â
âThatâs good,â Daryl said, and you nodded.
âYeahâŚitâs mean of me that I want Adam to keep breaking his leg so heâs never back and this teacher stays?â You asked, and Daryl snorted.
âAinât mean.â
âAnd itâs mean of me that Iâm kind of glad that now thereâs a new teacher so I wonât be the new and the foreigner anymore, and theyâd pick on her instead of me?â You joked, you didnât wish that for her.
âMaybe a bit mean,â Daryl joked back and you chuckled. âWouldnât have high hopes on that anyway.â
âYeahâŚtheyâll just be pricks to the both of us,â you snorted, and Daryl nodded, but looked at you with half a smile. "OkayâŚletâs get ourselves some cocoa to celebrate.â
*
During that week, you couldnât be happier to finally have a friend at the school, and on Friday, Naomi stayed with you to the art activity, so you both would go get some coffee after it. As always, Sam was the last kid left, and while you told Naomi about Daryl, his work at the garage and the long shifts, he arrived.
He seemed surprised to see someone there, and you could almost see his awkwardness and that wall he seemed to have around himself, and that he seemed to have been lowering around you, going up again. You couldnât blame him, though, with how most people treated him, but you wished he wouldnât feel uncomfortable.
âHi, Daryl,â you greeted, smiling, trying to ease him. âThis is Naomi, the new teacher.â
âHi, Daryl, itâs nice to meet you,â Naomi greeted.
âHi.â Daryl nodded at her, but he seemed awkward.
âSheâs my new teacher too, told you she was nice.â Sam smiled at Daryl, and that seemed to put him at least a little bit more at ease, but he still seemed awkward.
âYa ready to go, kid?â
âYes, Iâll put this in its place,â Sam said, picking up the papers and pencils.
âHey, Daryl,â you said as you approached him. âNaomi and I are going to that cafĂŠ near here, do you want to come with Sam?â Youâd already asked Naomi if she didnât mind if you asked Daryl, and she didnât. You didnât want him maybe feeling left out.
Daryl looked at you and then down, chewing his lip before shaking his head. âNah, uh...thanks but weâre gone go home.â
You had been expecting that answer, but still, you wished heâd said yes. You smiled at him nonetheless. âOkayâŚbut tomorrow, youâll come with Sam to my place for dinner and a movie, yeah?â You still were afraid of Daryl feeling left out, even if maybe it was just in your head, you wanted to remind him that you still wanted to hang with him as always, just in caseâŚmaybe you were overthinking it...
Daryl looked at you, nodding once and you were relieved when he gave you a tiny, half-smile, even if brief.
Daryl and Sam left headed home, and you and Naomi went to the cafĂŠ.
âYou were right, this place is good,â Naomi said, sipping on her cafĂŠ and you nodded, smiling as you drank your chocolate. âBut, hey, Iâm sorry if you were planning a date with your boyfriend.â
You looked at her at that, wondering if she was trying to mock you and Daryl as others did and if you had been mistaken about her, but she seemed genuine. âDarylâs not my boyfriend.â
âYeah?â Naomi was frowning and you frowned too.
âYeahâŚwhat?â
âNothin, sorry, justâŚthis week, I heard some people talking about him, then a couple of others were gossiping about you and himâŚso I thought that you guys were together but kept it quiet so these assholes donât talk bullshit,â Naomi explained.
âYeahâŚgossip is this townâs favorite pastime.â You sighed. âBut no, if we were together, I wouldnât be hiding from those idiots, I donât care what they think or talk.
âGood, thatâs good.â Naomi smiled and you relaxed a bit. âSoâŚheâs not your boyfriend then, really?â
âYeah, reallyâŚI think Iâd know if he were,â you snorted, but you were starting to feel quite flustered, and Naomi was looking at you on a certain why that wasnât helping you to feel less shy about the whole thing. âWhy, are you interested in him?â you asked, didnât even know why, before you could stop yourself, and you heard Naomiâs snort.
âWhy, are you jealous?â She retorted, but you could see she was jokingâŚthe thing was, you realized that you were indeed jealousâŚit was stupid, you had no right, you had no claim over Daryl, and yetâŚyet you felt like thatâŚand it felt awful. âHey.â Naomi nudged your feet with hers. âIâm sorry, I didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, I was mistaken and then I was just joking.â
âI know, Iâm sorry, justâŚâ You shrugged helplessly.
âI was going to say, I am sorry, but then youâll say it again too and weâll be like that until tomorrow,â Naomi chuckled and you snorted, nodding. âI didnât mean to make you uncomfortable, though, sorry.â
âItâs okay, really.â You were relaxing again, wondering if you had overreacted a bit, but you hadnât been able to stop it.
âAnyway, boyfriend or not, Iâm still sorry if you had plans with him and I kind of got in the middle,â Naomi said. âIf you felt like you had to say yes to come here with me because I donât know anyone else hereâŚanyone thatâs not an asshole, I mean.â
âI know the feeling,â you chuckled. âBut no, itâs fine, Iâll see Daryl tomorrow, and I wanted to have coffee with you, really, Iâm glad that finally I can talk with not only another teacher but another girl too!â You laughed and so did Naomi. You loved to spend time with Daryl, you did, and you were always wanting to see him, but you had missed this too.
âI get what you mean!â
*
The next day, around dinner time, the Dixonâs knocked at your door, as Daryl had told you, and you smiled as you opened. âHi, guys!â
âHi, Y/N,âSam grinned at you, walking inside with Daryl following him.
âHey,â Daryl greeted you with a small smile.
âHi, Laura!â Little Dixon greeted your cat, sitting down next to her, taking one of her toys that you had shown him the past weekend, a pole with a string and a ball hanging from it, with which your cat liked to play, to Samâs amusement.
âDo you want to have pasta for dinner?â You asked them.
âSounds good.â Sam smiled at you, while Daryl just nodded.
âAlright, Iâm going to get dinner ready then,â you said, walking into the kitchen, and Daryl followed you to help you.
You had kept wondering, worrying about him feeling left out after yesterday, even if you knew itâs probably just in your head, because you had felt like that a few times before with other people and had been forgotten for other friendsâŚyou didnât want Daryl to feel like that, and he didnât need to.
You didnât know how to ask in a way that it wouldnât embarrass the both of us, thoughâŚstill, you knew you need to get it out of the middle, or youâd end up overthinking it.
You had your back turned to him, filling a pot with water, when you spoke without looking at him. âDarylâŚyou know that I like to spend time with you, like, a lot, yeah?â You forced yourself to ask, shy.
Daryl didnât say anything, though, and so you turned to look at him, frowning and worried, but you saw that his face was blushed as he glanced at you before looking down and nodding once, clearly shy too.
âOkayâŚitâs justâŚâ You turned towards the pot again. âYesterday, when I went for coffee with Naomi, I didnât want you to feel left outâŚlikeâŚIâm happy to have a teacher friend, but, youâre my friend too, I really enjoy spending time with you, and I wouldnât want to stop hanging with you, no matter any other friends, I wonât,â you finally went to the point. âYou know it, right?â
Again, Daryl wasnât saying anything, and so you turned to look at him, and he nodded at you when you did. âYeahâŚya asked me if I wanted to go with ya bothâŚâ He murmured.
So, he didnât feel left out or was worried about anything like that, that was good, you were glad of it, but you also were embarrassed by having being worrying like that, making it up in your head.
âIâŚsorry, this was silly of me âŚâ You murmured, awkward and shy, turning around again. âDonât know what I was thinkingâŚsorryâŚâ
You felt Darylâs fingers on your arm, soft and brief, but enough to make you turn around to face him again. Once you did, though, he stopped looking at you, dropping his gaze down.
âNo, uhâŚwasnât sillyâŚthanks for uh, sayinâ that,â Daryl told you.
You didnât know what to say, you both seemed shy, and so you decided to change topics completely. You had delivered your point, Daryl had gotten it, and he wasnât worried about what you feared, so better to move on before this embarrassment swallowed you both.
âDo you like tomato sauce with the pasta?â You asked and Daryl looked at you, seeming puzzled at your sudden change of topic, but he nodded, his lips curling up into a small smile as he looked at you, and you found yourself finally relaxing. âOkay, I have a can on the fridge, can you grab it and start heating it on that pan?â
âSure.â
*
After dinner, Daryl and you were doing the dishes while little Dixon picked the movie. You were silent, and you were surprised when Daryl spoke.
âYa wannaâŚuhâŚIâm gonna go with Sam to the woods tomorrow morninââ He told you, and you knew that they went to the woods sometimes on the weekends, for hunting, you thought. âMaybeâŚya wanna come with us?â He asked you, much to your surprise.
âI, uhâŚthatâs very kind butâŚIâm not really into huntingâŚâ You hoped that Daryl wouldnât take it bad, you wished nothing more than to spend more time with him, and you knew he and Sam liked the woods, but having to see the hunt made you uneasy.
âNo, I uhâŚI guessed ya werenâtâŚâ Daryl fidgeted. âDidnât mean huntinâ, justâŚjust to the woods.â
âThen, I would really like to, Daryl,â you said, smiling, he seemed nervous and you wanted him to relax again. âIt sounds really nice.â
âOkayâŚâ Daryl nodded, and you noticed his smile, even if it was just for a second. âWe were gonna have lunch there before cominâ backâŚ.ya wanna?â Daryl asked, and you nodded. âOkayâŚwhat ya wanna eat?â
He was frowning as if in thought, and you felt some twirls on your belly at the idea of Daryl thinking what he could make you for lunch.
âIâll bring something, Daryl, donât worry, you know that I always have leftovers around,â you told him.
âOkayâŚweâll come pick you up at the sunrise.â
At the sunrise? So early on a SundayâŚyou almost groaned aloud, but you werenât going to say no.
âAlright! Thanks for asking.â
Daryl just shrugged, but you noticed again that small, brief smile on his face.
*
The next morning, you were tying your boots, when the Dixonâs knocked on your door, at the sunrise as Daryl had said.
âHey, guys,â you greeted.
âHey.â Daryl looked at you with a small smile.
âHi, Y/N, you look sleepy,â Sam said and you snorted.
âI am sleepy,â you nodded. âBut Iâm really looking forwards to going with you and Daryl to the woods.â
âMe too.â Sam smiled at you.
âYa ready?â Daryl asked and you nodded, taking your bag. âCome on.â
As you walked with the Dixonâs, you realized that theyâd come to pick you up even though you were walking back towards their cabin area, which was near the woods where you seemed to be headed, and you were grateful but felt a bit guilty.
As you walked through the woods, Daryl was silent, but little Dixon kept telling you about the woods and how he liked them, pointing plants at you, a couple of squirrels at the trees. You were enjoying it, both the walk through the woods and everything that Sam was telling you, and when you noticed that Daryl, despite his silence, kept stealing glances at you and Sam with a half, barely-there smile, those stubborn butterflies fluttered again in your belly.
âAre those from a deer?â Sam asked at some point, and if he hadnât pointed to the hoof prints, you wouldnât have noticed them.
âYeah,â Daryl confirmed.
âWe can track it,â little Dixon said but Daryl shook his head.
âWe ainât huntinâ today.â
âI know, so we wonât upset Y/N,â Sam said, and you felt grateful that they thought on you, but you also wondered if they might think you weird or weak, or something...
âI bet you guys havenât watched BambiâŚâ You muttered awkwardly.
âNoâŚbut we can watch it someday.â Sam smiled at you.
âMaybeâŚâ You werenât sure, though, you didnât want to traumatize the Dixonâs.
When Daryl began walking again, you and Sam followed him.
âSo, you can track, Sam?â You asked, impressed at how easily heâd noticed the hoof prints, that you had trouble seeing even when heâd pointed them.
âA bitâŚnot muchâŚnot like Daryl.â Little Dixon shrugged. âDarylâs teachinâ meâŚbut itâs hard.â
âI betâŚâ
You three kept walking, and you hadnât imagined that the woods next to the town could be so pretty. You were really enjoying the walk, and you were glad that Daryl had asked you to join them, even if he wasnât talking to you much.
âYa tired?â He asked you at some point.
âDonât worry, Iâm okay,â you assured him, even though you had been walking for longer than you had in a long while.
âWe can go to sit down near the river!â Little Dixon said, and Daryl nodded. âIs in this direction.â
âI trust youâŚI couldnât even walk back home by myself,â you half-joked.
âSun is there, so the east is there,â Sam pointed around. âAnd the river is to the north, so thatâs there,â he explained, and you couldnât help your smile at him.
âImpressive.â
Sam grinned at you. âDaryl taught me to get oriented in the woods,â he said before he began leading the way.
âYouâve taught a lot of useful things to this kid,â you commented when Daryl was still silent.
âI, uhâŚI got lost in the woods when I was his age, for daysâŚâ Daryl said. âDidnât want it happeninâ to him.â
âUnderstandableâŚyouâve done a really good job.â You gave Daryl a smile, and he looked down, but you noticed that ghost smile even if just for a second.
Daryl and you let Sam lead the way, following him until you could see the river. You had to descend a slope, and you tried to walk down as carefully as you could, while the Dixonâs walked as if they were more than used to it. As you took a step, some of the stones shifted under your foot, and you prayed you werenât going to land on your ass and embarrass yourself, but you kept your balance.
You felt Darylâs hand on the small of your back, barely there, and you knew that he too had thought you might stumble and wanted to steady you as you walked, but still, you felt flustered at the touch, almost tripping again, but you managed to walk down the slope without falling.
Once next to the river, you sat down with the Dixons on a soft patch of green, and you smiled as you looked around at the river and the trees.
âThis is very beautiful,â you commented, and both Dixonâs nodded.
âYa hungry?â Daryl asked, and when Sam nodded, he rummaged into his bag, taking out a package and a container, and you too reached into your bag to take out your package with sandwiches.
âI made enough if you want some,â you said as you unpacked them.
Daryl opened his package, which seemed to have some kind of dried meat, but when he opened the container, you saw those were roasted potatoes. âIf ya, uh, if ya wannaâŚâ He said, nudging the container towards you.
âThanks, those look great.â You smiled at Daryl and he looked down, seeming shy.
After eating lunch, you stayed there for a while, before you three made your way back to the town, and the Dixonâs walked you home, no matter they were closer to theirs.
âThanks guys, I had a great time,â you told them, once at your door. âIâll see you both tomorrow.â
âYes,â little Dixon grinned and Daryl didnât say anything, but he nodded with that small, brief smile.
âSee you, guys.â
âSee you!â
*Â
So, Y/N made a friend and also had a picnic with the Dixonâs. Sheâs really out there living her best life and Iâm so jealous.
Weâre getting some more info about Samâs mom in the next...
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Hot Cocoa Pt.16
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Domestic Daryl.
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Once school was back, you thought it took less than a week for everyone at the school, and probably for half of the town, to know that Daryl and you were together. You werenât surprised, with how rumors seemed to fly in that town.
You had expected mean and snarky comments from the other teachers, maybe some remark about the Dixonâs, but it didnât happen, with your coworkers still not talking to you, not even to be mean, treating you as cold as ice, and ignoring your presence as much as they could.
You guessed that I was better than their mean words, but you still hated that passive-aggressive cold atmosphere of the school, but your group of students, your art activity, Daryl and Sam, made it worthy.
You had wanted to take things slow with Daryl, since heâd seemed nervous and insecure at the idea of having a relationship with you, and heâd told you heâd never been in one, but you werenât sure if you could call things âslowâ when you and he spent pretty much every day together.
As always, Daryl came to pick Sam from your art activity every late afternoon, and usually, you three would end up going either to your place or theirs for dinner, and watch a movie if it wasnât late or if it was Friday.
On weekends, if Daryl didnât want to go hunting, youâd see them too, either on Saturday or Sunday, and youâd spend the whole day with them, either at home or theyâd take you to the woods for a picnic.
You loved every moment that you got to spend with them. You loved that sweet kid and were grateful for how much he seemed to like you, and you loved to see Daryl relax around you, open up to you, youâd already known he was a caring man, but you were surprised with how sweet and affectionate in his own way he could be when it was just you and him and he let his guard down, and even after weeks, he just had to look at you on a certain way to make you feel the butterflies again as strong as the first day.
On a Thursday, you were at the Dixonâs cabin, sorting through the vegetables that one of the other guys at the garage, David, had given Daryl, from his garden, getting some ready to make a stir-fry with some rice for dinner.
âIâm going to sound like a snob, but really, industrial veggies have nothing to do against the real ones,â you said to Daryl when he walked into the kitchen.
âI guess.â Daryl shrugged.
âYou could have your own garden too, at the yard,â you said. Sure, the yard of the small cabin was small too, but enough to plant some vegetables. âYouâve never thought about it?â
âYeah but never got to do it,â Daryl told you as he started helping you chopping the vegetables.
âI always wanted to have one,â you said. âBut Iâve never lived in a place with a yard.â
âYa, uhâŚwe could plant somethinâ here, if ya wanna?â Daryl told you and you smiled at him.
âReally?â
âSure.â Daryl shrugged but gave you a small smile. âDonât know that much âbout havinâ a garden, tho.â
âMe neitherâŚbut I think weâre in the right season to start oneâŚright?â You asked and Daryl nodded. âDo you think if I ask David heâd give us some tips about it?â
âSure.â Daryl nodded.
âOkay, then maybe we could try to plant something this weekend or the next?â You asked, excited, and Daryl nodded again. âIâm sure Sam will be happy to help us with it.â
âYeah, he will.â Daryl chuckled with that fond, lovely smile that he had every time he talked about Sam, and you couldnât stop yourself from leaning to kiss his cheek.
After dinner that evening, you didnât feel like leaving even though the next day it was a school day, and so you stayed for a little while, watching some old movie on the tv with the Dixonâs. Eventually, you knew you had to leave, Sam needed to sleep, and so did youâŚbut you really didnât want to move.
âI should go,â you said, letting out a lazy sigh. âI shouldnât have gotten this comfortable, I really donât want to move now,â you chuckled.
âYa, uhâŚif ya wannaâŚI mean, if yer tiredâŚâ Daryl began, and you wondered what he was trying to say, he hadnât been that awkward and flustered with you for a while now. âIf ya wanna, ya can stay hereâŚIâll drive ya to the school in the morninâ with SamâŚ.if ya wannaâŚâ
It was silly, but Daryl asking you to spend the night at his place made your stomach do something funny.
âIâŚIâd love it, Daryl, thank you, I really didnât feel like moving andâŚand Iâd really like to stay here this night.â You nodded, smiling, but then something came to your mind and you snorted, shaking your head. âI canâtâŚmy cat, I canât leave her alone for that long, I didnât leave her enough food and water to last her until Iâll go back tomorrowâŚI didnât think about it, Iâm sorry.â
âNo, itâs fine,â Daryl told you, understanding.
âAnd sheâll worry if you donât come back and she doesnât know why,â Sam said, yawning, heâd been falling asleep at the other side of the sofa.
âYes, sweetheart, that too.â You chuckled, smiling at him. âSoâŚI have to goâŚIâm sorry, but, any other day that I leave her food and everything, Iâd really love to stay, really,â you assured Daryl, you wanted him to know, and he nodded with a  small, shy half-smile.
âIâll drive ya,â he said, and Sam got up too, yawning.
âIâm sorry, sweetheart,â you told to Sam. âYou were falling asleep already, I should have left earlier and Iâm sorry that now you have to come drive me back home.â Neither you nor Daryl would want to leave Sam alone at home, even if it took Daryl less than ten minutes to drive you home and back.
âItâs okay, Y/N.â Sam shrugged, smiling sleepily at you. âI like it when you are here,â he said, and you felt your heart squeezing.
âThanks, sweetheart, I like it too.â
You three went to Darylâs pickup, and as he drove out of the yard, you looked at his bike. âI know you like to ride, so you should get one of those sidecars for the bike and weâd got the three on it,â you joked and Daryl scoffed seeming offended.
âI ainât putting one of those on my bikeâŚâ
*
The next day, it was the Dixonâs who came to your place for dinner. After it, you all sat down on the sofa to watch the movie that Sam picked, including your cat.
âWe should get goinâ,â Daryl said once the movie finished, but you could see he felt as lazy as you had felt the day before, and Sam had been cuddled with your cat too, seeming so comfy.
âIf you both donât feel like walking back home, you can stay here,â you said, pushing past your shynessâŚafter all, Daryl had asked you the same the day before, so he couldnât be too against it⌠âIf you wantâŚI donât mind, actually, I would really like it.â
âYeah?â Daryl asked you, seeming shy too, and when you nodded, he looked at Sam. âHey, kid, you mind if we stay here with Y/N instead of going back home this night?â
Sam shrugged. âOkay.â
âYou sure, sweetheart? Itâs okay if you donât want to, I wonât be upset, okay?â You wanted them to stay, to sleep with Darylâs arms around you, but not if Sam was going to be uncomfortable or uneasy sleeping in a place that wasnât his home.
âItâs okay.â Sam gave you a sleepy smile. âMaybe your cat can sleep with me?â He asked as he petted your catâs head.
âIâm sure sheâll want to, because, you know what, if you want, you can sleep in her bedroom,â you said, smiling at him.
âCat has her own bedroom?â Daryl snorted.
âItâs the spare bedroom, but nobody uses it soâŚit became hers,â you explained, chuckling. âCome, sweetheart, Iâll show it to you and see if you like it.â
You reached out and Sam held your hand. You walked with him to the spare, tiny bedroom and turned on the light. There wasnât much in it but a big cat tree, a single bed, a little bedside table with a lamp, and also a couple of boxes with stuff that you hadnât bothered to unpack.
âShe spends a lot of time either on that tree or on that bed,â you explained to Sam, and even though your cat usually spent the nights with you in your bed, she napped a lot alone in that bedroom during the day. âActuallyâŚthe duvet is covered in catâs furâŚIâll get you another blanket.â
âItâs okay, Y/N,â Sam told you. âItâs her bed, I donât mind.â
âAre you sure, sweetheart?â
âYes.â Sam nodded, walking to sit down on the bed and calling for your cat, patting the bed when Laura walked into the room, and she decided to go ahead and jump onto the bed too, much to Samâs happiness.
âGoodnight, sweetheart,â you said as you tucked Sam in, and you reached to turn on the bedside table light, so he could turn it off whenever he wanted to. âIf you need anything, Daryl and I will be right there in the other bedroom, okay?â
âOkay, Y/N, goodnight,â Sam said, reaching out to place his hand over your cat, who was curling up to his side.
âânight, kid,â Daryl said, looking at Sam with that fond smile that you loved.
âCome onâŚâ You smiled at him, reaching to take his hand, leaving Sam with your cat as you walked Daryl to your bedroom.
*
You woke up before the sunrise, smiling at the warm weight of Daryl half lying over you, his head on your chest. He let out a hum when you began caressing his hair ever so gently so as not to wake him, and soon, you were asleep again.
The next time you woke up, it was to the feeling of Daryl nuzzling your neck, the sun already rising.
âYouâre ticking me,â you giggled quietly, but Daryl just hummed, nuzzling your neck again and kissing your shoulder before he pulled back to look at you. âGood morning.â
âMorninâ,â he muttered, and you reached to cup his cheek, smiling and stroking his cheek with your thumb before pulling him closer so you could peck his lips. âKidâs awake,â Daryl said when you pulled back. âHeard him talkinâ to yer cat.â
You chuckled at that. âOkayâŚIâm going to get you both some breakfast.â
*
You were at the Dixonâs yard, planting the last raw of tomatoes. Besides that, you had already planted some onions, zucchini, eggplant, and lettuce, and you were exhausted and feeling pretty disgusting after sweating under the sun for hours, and with your hands full of soil, that you had also managed to get on your face and hairâŚLooking at Sam and Daryl, though, they werenât much better.
But the garden was planted, it looked good, and you were more than happy about it.
When you had asked for tips about how to plant and care for a garden to David, heâd done more than that, giving you some of his baby plants, saying that it was a bit too late to plant with seeds, and that itâd be easier for you to grow something and keep them alive if you had the plants already going. You couldnât be more thankful.
âAlrightâŚall done!â You grinned. âLooks good, uh?â
âIt does!â Sam said, grinning too, as he patted the soil near one of the newly planted onions.
âYeahâŚainât bad,â Daryl agreed, getting up from the soil and looking at the whole thingâŚit took over half his yard, but he hadnât complained.
Sam got up too, and he looked at the single tree of the yard. Weeks ago, he and Daryl had placed on its branches the squirrel feeder and squirrel home that Daryl and Sam had built, and then you and Sam had paintedâŚit looked quite cute, if you might say so yourself, and once squirrels seemed to tell each other, it wasnât unusual to see some of them hanging there.
âWill they eat the garden?â Sam asked, nodding to the squirrels, and you frowned.
âI donât knowâŚI havenât thought about itâŚI hope not! Iâll keep them well feed so maybe that way they wonât be interested in our veggiesâŚâ You should do some research on how to protect it too, probably.
âYeahâŚif they eat yer dinner theyâll become our dinner,â Daryl said, and you knew he was joking, he wouldnât touch the squirrels of the yard, and you nudged him with your shoulder.
âAlright, guysâŚIâm going to the shower, Iâm disgusting,â you said, even though youâd rather shower at your home, Darylâs hot water wasnât the best most times. âAnd you two should do the same once Iâm done if you donât want me to hose you both like puppies.â
*
You were in the classroom with Sam, painting while you waited for Daryl, until he finally arrived.
âHi, Daryl!â Both Sam and you greeted, grinning, and Daryl smiled softly at you both.
âHey.â
âDaryl! Tulip invited me to her birthday this weekend!â Sam said, grinning excitedly, and you couldnât have been happier when Tulipâs mom came to pick her up and told you about it, since she too seemed to know that now you were Darylâs girlfriend.
âYeah, uhâŚher dad told me âbout it this morninâ when he came to deliver stuff to the garage,â Daryl said, seeming a bit taken aback by the whole thing.
âOkay guys, what if  we put everything back in place and go have dinner together?â You suggested and Sam grinned, nodding.
âSure!â
A bit later, you were in the kitchen with Daryl, making some pasta for dinner.
âTulipâs mom told me that the birthday will be at the park,â you said, since you knew Daryl was still thinking about it. âJust a couple of other kids besides Sam, she said that I can go too if I want and that we adults can just have a picnic or something while the kids play.â You glanced at Daryl and almost snorted at how awkward and stressed he looked already. âI see youâre really looking forward to it,â you joked, and at first Daryl blinked at you but then snorted.
âYeahâŚdonât think anyoneâs wantinâ me to goâŚâ He said.
âDonât say that, if they didnât, Tulipâs mom wouldnât have told me about it,â you said, reaching to take Darylâs hand and stroke his knuckles with your thumb. âItâs just a polite formality, hanging with the parents of your kidâs friend, itâll be fine, but if you donât want to, we can just go and drop Sam and then go back to pick him later,â you suggested. âOr I can be the one going with Sam and stay at the birthday,â you said, in case Daryl might be apprehensive at leaving Sam there without any of you.
âNah, uhâŚitâs fineâŚwe can goâŚâ Daryl said, even if he seemed awkward, and when you lifted his hand to kiss it, you noticed his cheeks going pink, but a small, shy smile tugged at his lips. Then, he frowned again, seeming in thought. ââŚdonât know what to get Tulip for her birthday.â
âActuallyâŚI talked with her mom about that tooâŚâ You bit your lip, hoping that Daryl wouldnât feel like you were overstepping. âWell, it was her who talked to me about it, she asked me if I could paint a wooden sign for Tulipâs bedroom, with her name, and some tulip flowers and butterflies,â you explained. âDaryl, Iâm sorry if it feels like Iâm taking over it, or overstepping or something.â
Daryl blinked at you, scowling. âNahâŚnah, thanks, I wouldnât know what to do âbout this without yaâŚâ He shrugged, shy, and you wondered if he knew how adorable he was sometimes. âKids never invited Sam to a birthday before.â
âHeâs very excited about it, itâs made me very happy,â you said, grinning, and Daryl looked at you with a soft smile.
âItâs thanks to ya,â he said but you shook your head, chuckling.
âI havenât done anything, Daryl.â
âYa haveâŚbefore, kids never played with Sam, they ignored him, âcause of the shit people talk âbout DixonâsâŚand if they didnât ignore him, theyâd pick on him, you saw it,â Daryl said, and you could see him getting hurt and agitated, and so you squeeze his hand. âBut, uhâŚthe kids in yer art class, ya got them workinâ with Sam, donât know how ya did it, paintinâ with him, and so he made friends.â
âThat was all Sam, not me.â You shrugged. âHeâs great, kids were going to want to be friends with him the moment they gave him a chance and played with him.â
âYeah, he isâŚbut, ya helped, and, uhâŚthe parents of those kids, they let their kids play with Sam even if heâs a Dixon âcause of yaâŚâcause they trust what yer doinâ in class, âcause they like ya, âcause ya care for their kids and are nice to themâŚâcause yer good, a good teacher and a good person,â Daryl said, shrugging and looking down as if he were shy.
You didnât know what to do or what to say, feeling almost overwhelmed by emotion at Daryl's wordsâŚdid he really not know how adorable he was? You could just look at him with bright eyes, and Daryl frowned at you when he looked up and noticed it.
âWhat?â
âNothingâŚjustâŚâ You shrugged, still not finding words, and then you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling Daryl into a hug. âThank you for saying all that,â you said before kissing his lips. âButâŚhavenât you thought that it was not me, but just people finally seeing how amazing and nice Sam and you actually are, no matter what might be your family name?â
âSureâŚâ Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he smiled when you pecked his lips again.
âI think that before you and I agree on this, dinner might burn,â you joked, chuckling. âSoâŚIâm letting it go for now, butâŚThink about it.â You winked at Daryl, who shook his head and rolled his eyes at you again, but you noticed his smile too.
*
You finished Tulipâs present right on time, the night before the birthday. The varnish was still wet, but you knew it would dry overnight. You had spent hours getting the wooden sign ready, writing the name in beautiful letters, and painting the tulips and butterflies as best as you couldâŚyou were honestly proud of it.
âIt looks great!â Sam said, looking at it. He and Daryl were going to stay the night at your place, and also stay for lunch the next day, so you three could go together to Tulipâs birthday.
âYeah, looks real good,â Daryl agreed.
âThanks, guys.â You smiled at them. âLetâs let it dry and get some dinner.â
*
The next day, in the afternoon, you headed to Tulipâs birthday. Sam kept chatting on the way there, seeming excited and happy, a stark contrast with Daryl, who seemed to be dreading it more and more the closer you got to the park, and so you squeezed his hand, trying to reassure him.
âHello,â Tulipâs mother greeted you when you arrived. âThanks for coming.â
âThank you for asking,â you said, smiling, while Daryl just nodded awkwardly and Sam went to greet and play with the other kids. âI bring some potato salad for the picnic, if anyone wants someâŚâ You said, taking the container out of your bag.
âPotato saladâŚâ Tulipâs dad looked at your container, seeming amused.
âYesâŚsorry, I didnât know what to bringâŚâ You chuckled shyly.
âNo, itâs fine, thank you,â Tulipâs mom said, taking the container.
âItâs just thatâŚknowing Daryl, I expected venison or squirrels in that container,â Tulipâs dad chuckled, looking at Daryl who still seemed awkward and just shrugged.
âYeahâŚâ You knew what they meant. âBut, Iâm vegetarian, soâŚâ
âYouâre vegetarian?â Tulipâs dad asked, sharing a look with his wife before they looked at Daryl and you, seeming as puzzled as amused. âPlanning on making Daryl one too?â
âI doubt it,â you snorted, looking at Daryl, who still seemed awkward, but gave you a small, half-smile, nodding.
âMe too.â
*
âIt wasnât that bad, right?â You asked Daryl that night, while you both were in his bed, with you snuggled over his chest.
âI guessâŚâ Daryl said while his fingers played with your hair. You knew heâd been awkward, and the other parents had kept looking at you both a bit weird and awkward too, besides Tulipâs parents, but everyone had been polite enough, and the kids had fun. âSam liked it.â
âYes, he did.â You smiled.
âYa believe me now? That parents like ya?â Daryl said.
âI donât knowâŚsome maybeâŚbut, yeah, now I donât think they hate me,â you chuckled.
ââcourse they donât hate ya.â Daryl kissed the top of your head and you snuggled closer to him, smiling when he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tight to him.
*
N/A
Itâs summer next chapter.
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Hot Cocoa Pt.14
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Daryl and reader have to face their feelings.
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You were a bit afraid about how Sam would do once he went back to class the next day, after the fight, and you were ready to stand your ground against any teacher who might want to give him trouble, but to your surprise, everything seemed to go smoother than you had thoughtâŚsure, there were mean comments, but no more than usual, and you wondered if your threat to call the school inspector had really worked after all.
In the afternoon, though, during the art activity, you noticed the kids that usually painted with Sam quietly talking with him about itâŚyou had the feeling that, if it were needed, those kids and their parents would have Samâs back, speak on his favor, even if Daryl wouldnât believe it if you told him, but you couldnât be sure, and so you hoped that there wouldnât be any more trouble.
You had also been a bit afraid for yourself, wondering what the other teachers might think about your behavior the day before, what they might say or do, especially Rachel and the principal, but, to your surprise and relief, they did nothing, whether it was for fear of you contacting the inspector or whether they didnât know what to try against you this time.
There were looks, murmurs, things like that, nothing you werenât used to, but nobody talked to you directly, in fact, everyone seemed to want to avoid you, but you werenât going to complain, no matter that cold feeling all around you unsettled you, but it wasnât like you missed the mean comments, snarky remarks, or the gossip about you with you right there.
The only accident, if you could call it like that, was when you bumped into another teacher, Kate, as you took a turn on a corridor, dropping your folder.
âExcuse me, I wasnât looking,â you told Kate while you bent to pick the folder.
âBe careful, Kate,â Gary said, walking from behind her. âOr sheâll might go tell the inspector that you pushed her and send him for you.â Kate didnât say anything, but they both walked away.
You let out a sighâŚannoying, yes, but still, better than how youâd feared the day might goâŚ
*
As days passed, you started to relax, it didnât seem that the principal or anyone else was coming after you. They still treated you coldly, colder than theyâd ever done, even if they werenât as mean to you anymore, nobody talked while you were around, nobody approached you or said a word to you anymore, not even in teacherâs meetings, everyone seemed to try to avoid being in the same place than youâŚyou guessed it was better than them snapping at you or than their mean comments, but it still made you feel uneasy whenever you were around the other teachers, except Naomi, to whom they were giving the cold shoulder too, but when you apologized, she said she didnât mind it.
Weeks passed without any more accident, much to your relief, and you were glad that Sam didnât have any more problems, you knew Daryl was glad too. Besides when he came to pick Sam from your art activity every day, youâd also hang with them on the weekend, having dinner, watching something, usually at your place but a couple of times on theirs too.
Before you knew it, the week leading to the spring break arrived. You were looking forwards to the break, to have some time off, away from the cold, passive-aggressive feeling of the school, having time for yourself, and also to plan and work on some things for the last part of the course, including a new play that you wanted to get ready so the kids who wanted to either act or make the scenery, or both, could do it with you on the afternoonâŚyou doubted any other teacher volunteered to help if you were in itâŚ
Not all were good news, though, and you felt a lump in your throat when you talked to Naomi during the lunch break on Friday.
âYouâre not coming back after spring break?â You asked and she shook her head.
âNoâŚAdamâs getting back to work, so thatâs the end of my contract.â
âCan weâŚgo and make Adam break another leg?â You joked and Naomi snorted.
âIâll do it if you helpâŚbut honestlyâŚIâll miss you, but Iâm glad to leave this school, I already got a call to work on another after spring break...hopefully it wonât be like this place.â
âGood for you,â you smiled, even though you were still sad at losing your friend. âAnd yeah, I get it, not being sad about leaving this school and our dear coworkers.â
âWhat about you, will you leave after summer? You wanted to, right?â Noemi asked you, and you shifted on your seat.
âYeahâŚwellâŚI wanted to butâŚIâm not sureâŚâ
âMmh mmhâŚâ Naomi squinted at you.
âWhat?â
âNot sure anymoreâŚI seeâŚand that has nothing to do with Daryl Dixon, right?â
You felt your face heating up, you couldnât help it. âNoâŚmaybe Iâm just tired of going from one place to another, one school to another, maybe I want to try and settle on one, if I can⌠andâŚand yeah, okay, yes, I like to spend time with Daryl...â
âEnough to want to stay in this school where nobody will say a word to you while they hope youâre not here next year.â
âThanks for the reminderâŚâ You grumbled.
âIâm sorry, I didnât meanâŚI meanâŚâ Naomi let out a sigh, shaking her head. âYou two are frustrating.â
ââŚwhat?â
âDaryl and youâŚyou like him, he likes you, you both are like dating already without knowing it, and yet Iâm going to leave without you two having even kissed yet.â
You snorted, but you were very much flustered. âItâs not like thatâŚâ
âYeah?â Naomi raised her eyebrows at you, smiling. âYouâre really trying to say, to my face, that you donât like him, and I donât mean as a dear friend? Come on, Iâve seen how you look around him enough times, donât try to sell me that.â
âIâŚâ You chewed on your lip but let out a defeated sigh. âYeah, okay, I do, I like himâŚI really like him.â
âSo?â Naomi grinned.
âSo what?â You frowned.
âWhat are you waiting for? Go for it!â
You snorted, shaking your head. âHe doesnât like me that way, sure, he cares for meâŚâ You knew he did, and the thought made you feel warm. âBut he likes me as a friend, that is.â
âYeah, sureâŚâ Noemi chuckled. âThe guy who looks like he wants to murder everyone with that grumpy face of him, but turns all soft when he sees you and gives you the heart-eyes, because he doesnât like you like that.â
âHe doesnât do thatâŚâ You snorted, even though you couldnât help but wonder if maybe he did?
Sometimes, while you battled with your feelings, you couldnât help but wonder, when he looked at you on a certain way, or sometimes when you two were talking, or cooking together, youâd feelâŚsomething, between you and himâŚor when he smiled softly at you, or casually touched your armâŚsoâŚmaybeâŚbutâŚnahâŚ
You let out a sigh.  âDaryl, heâŚI donât think heâd be interested in someone like me in that way, Iâm notâŚweâre very different, I guessâŚI guess we donât even have that much in commonâŚand itâs not only because he hunts Bambi and Iâm vegetarian,â you said, mentioning a joke that Naomi had made about that once.
âWhy did I even make that jokeâŚâ Naomi sighed. âSure, you two guys had different lives, so what? You both enjoy expending time together no matter youâre different.  You care for him, everyone can see it, he sees it too, that you care for him and his kid, and he cares for you too.â
âYes, but that doesnât mean that heâd like to be more than friends with me,â You shrugged and Naomi rolled her eyes.
âIâm gonna smack you two together I swear!â She groaned. âDaryl likes you, Y/N.â You wished to believe it, but at the same time, you didnât dareâŚyou didnât know how to talk to Daryl about it, and if Naomi was wrongâŚyou knew itâd crush you, and you really didnât want that to happen.
âI donât want to mess things between usâŚâ You said quietly and Naomi let out a sigh.
âY/NâŚI know that youâre scared, I know you donât want to end up disappointed or hurtâŚbut donât miss on this, itâll hurt worse than if you take the risk,â she told you, seeming serious now. âDaryl is a good guyâŚtook me a bit to see it, but I do now, and he likes you, and really cares for you, and youâŚyouâre head over heels...soâŚyeahâŚdonât miss on this.â
You didnât know what to say, what to think, feeling a bit emotional, and you just shrugged, making Naomi sigh again.
âYou wonât take the first step , he wonât take the first stepâŚso Iâm hoping that one of you just stumbles or something and falls lips first onto the otherâs mouth,â she said and you snorted.
âI donât think that happens in real life,â you said.
âYeahâŚso, stop being silly about it, gather your courage, and go for itâŚand call me when you finally kiss Daryl,â Naomi said, nudging your feet with hers, and you gave her a weak smile, but you couldnât help but still be full of doubtsâŚ
*
That afternoon, once Sam was the only kid left in the art activity, you and he talked about Naomi leaving. Sheâd been his teacher too, someone who was nice to him, and you knew he too was sad about her leaving.
When Daryl walked in, he frowned at you both, sat down on a desk, and seeming down. âSomethinâ happened?â
âNaomiâs leavinâ,â Sam said and you nodded sadly.
âYeah? Why?â
âSubstitute teacherâs life, you know weâre sent here and thereâŚâ You sighed. âAdamâs coming back to work, so she has to leave.â
âI seeâŚâ Daryl nodded, looking at Sam and you. âYa both, uhâŚwant some cocoa or something?â He asked, seeming a bit lost and unsure about what to do, and you realized that he was trying to comfort Sam and you without really knowing howâŚit was sweetâŚ
âCan we, please?â Sam asked you, and you smiled at him.
âSure, sweetheart.â
You got up and Daryl followed you to the teacherâs room, where you began making the hot cocoa. Daryl wasnât saying anything, but you felt him looking at youâŚNaomiâs words about you two kept going through your mind, but you tried to ignore it, knowing that youâd end up flustered around Daryl, and you didnât want thatâŚ
âIâm sorry âbout yer friend leavinâ,â Daryl finally told you, and you gave him a soft smile.
âI knew it was going to happen, substitute teacherâs lifeâŚitâs hard to keep friends, I told you about itâŚbut Iâm sad anyway,â you let out a sigh, but tried to smile again. âShe got another job already, though, canât blame her for being happy about leaving this school and the coworkers whoâve been assholes to her.â
Daryl didnât say anything, just nodded without looking at you. You werenât sure, but you felt as if something were off. You didnât know what, though, or how to ask, maybe it was in your head, and so you decided to let it go, focusing back on making the cocoa.
âHey, DarylâŚdo you want to do something this evening?â You asked while the cocoa heated in the microwave. âCome to mineâs for dinner or something.â
It took Daryl a couple of seconds to reply, but then he shook his head. âCanât. Thereâs, uh, a leak or some shit on the ceiling, it was raininâ yesterday and saw it, wanna fix it.â
âOhâŚâ You couldnât help but be disappointed, you really were looking forward to spending time with Daryl now that you were feeling down about Naomi leaving, but you tried not to show it, not wanting to be annoying. âOkayâŚthatâs okayâŚjust give me a call tomorrow if you wanna and if youâre free, maybeâŚâ
Daryl didnât say anything, and when you turned around, holding the mugs of cocoa, you saw him looking at you, and you wished that you could know what was he thinking.
âIâm gonna be fixinâ the leak but, uhâŚif ya wanna come anywayâŚâ Daryl shrugged.
âAre you sure you donât mind? We can meet any other day,â you told him.
âI donât mindâŚbutâŚya might get bored,â he said.
âI wonâtâŚI donât think Iâll be of much help fixing a leakâŚbut I can cheer you on it and cook dinner,â you half-joked, and Daryl snorted, nodding and giving you half a smile as he looked at you, but then he looked down, and again, you had the feeling that somethingâs off, but you couldnât put your finger on what, neither knew how to ask.
âAlrightâŚcome on.â
*
Once at the Dixonâs, Sam went to train with the slingshot while Daryl went to fix the ceiling leak, stepping onto an old chair that you were afraid might give up under his weight at some point.
âTell me if I can help with something,â you told him, watching him work, and he just hummed, but as he worked, you noticed him stealing glances at you from time to time without saying a word to you, and you still felt like something was off between you and him.
Had he felt, somehow, how Naomiâs words were still going through your mind? Come on, that was impossible, stupid and sillyâŚSomething was going on, though, but whatâŚor it was just in your head, maybeâŚfinally, you couldnât bear it anymore. âDaryl, thereâs something wrong?â
Darylâs eyes snapped at you as if you had caught him doing something wrong, and he shook his head, looking back at the ceiling. âNo,â he said.
âOkayâŚâ
Not even a minute later, Daryl spoke again, not looking at you. âYer leavinâ too, right?â He asked, taking you aback. âAfter summer I meanâŚyer a substitute teacher too.â OhâŚso that was what was bothering himâŚ
âIâŚI donât know,â you let out a sigh and looked at him. âCould youâŚcould you step down there while we speak?â You asked him, and Daryl looked like he didnât want to, but he did, stepping down the chair, though he didnât look at you.
âYaâll be in some other school too next year.â
âI donât know that yet,â you said. âIâm not here working in place of another teacher like Naomi, I was sent here because they were short on staff.â
Daryl frowned at you before looking down. âWhat does that mean?â
âIt means that yes, I can be sent some other school next course, or I can apply to still hold this job here, if nobody wants it, and it wasnât looking like it,â you explained.
Daryl scoffed. âYa hate workinâ hereâŚtheyâre all pricks to ya, yer leavinâ.â
âWell, I havenât decided yet.â You shrugged. âSo I might stay.â
Daryl frowned at you. âWhyâd ya do that?â
You shrugged, shy, unsure about admitting why, scared of how Daryl might reactâŚbut he kept frowning at you, expectantly, and so you just went ahead. âMaybe Iâm tired of going from school to schoolâŚIâd never had the chance to apply for the same job in the same school again until this yearâŚand alsoâŚIâŚyeah, coworkers are shit, butâŚbut I like it here, with you and SamâŚI like to be with you bothâŚsoâŚyeahâŚâ
You made yourself look at Daryl, but he was looking at you weird, and when he scoffed and began pacing, you couldnât help but be afraid that you had messed up.
âDaryl?â
âYa canât stay,â he said, still pacing, and you felt your heart dropping a bit.
âYou want me to leave?â
Daryl looked at you at that, and when he seemed to realize what you were thinking, he stopped pacing and approached you, sighing.  âDidnâtâŚdidnât mean that,â he told you, softer this time. âThank ya for, uhâŚsayinâ thatâŚfor thinkinâ on stayinâ for Sam and me,â he said, seeming as shy as you, or more. âBut âŚthis town aintâ good for yaâŚand the coworkers, theyâre assholes to yaâŚâ
âI donât care for that, you know itâŚâ You bit your lip. âDarylâŚwould you like me to stay or not?â
âThat doesnât matter.â
âIt matters to me,â you said, hating how vulnerable you sounded, but you couldnât help it. âSo please, can youâŚcan you answer me? Would you like me to stay?â Daryl was looking down, seeming to be fighting with himself, but then he nodded, and you felt your heart doing something weird. âThen, I am staying.â
Daryl looked at you, still seeming torn, and then he looked down, shaking his head. âYa canât stay just âcause Iâd like ya tooâŚI shouldnâtâŚthe other teachers, theyâve been givinâ ya shit all yearâŚainât gonna get better with them, or in this townâŚyaâll be better in another school, somewhere elseâŚâ
âI want to stay with you and with Sam, Daryl, I donât want to go to another schoolâŚyes, my coworkers here are assholes butâŚbut they donât matter, I like my job, I like my kids, and IâŚI like to be with Sam and youâŚand some assholes being pricks to me are not going to change that.â
âY/N-â
âNo,â you stopped whatever Daryl was going to say. âDonât tell me that I have to leave, unless you want me to.â
âIâŚâ Daryl frowned, looking again like he was fighting himself. âCanât tell ya to leave⌠ya should butâŚbut donâ want ya tooâŚâ He said quietly.
âIâm not going to leave,â you said, and you realized that you had already made your mind about it a while ago, even if you hadnât known it until now.
Daryl didnât say anything, looking at you, still seeming to be fighting himself, but you wouldnât change your mind, now that heâd told you that he wanted you to stay. He lifted his hand as if he were going to caress your face, but he dropped it again, and you found yourself longing for his touch, even more with how those intense blue eyes were looking at you.
âDaryl, IâŚâ You bit your lip, but you couldnât keep it in anymore. âI like youâŚand I donât mean as a friendâŚI mean, yes, yes, sure as a friend tooâŚbutâŚbut I meanâŚnot only thatâŚI mean, I really, really like youâŚyou knowâŚâ  You finally said it, or tried to, but you thought youâd delivered your point. You waited, shyer than you had felt in your life, but Daryl was silent at your words, he wasnât snapping, he wasnât saying anything at all, and you felt your embarrassment grow. âIâŚyou know, I thinkâŚIâŚIâm going to go out with Sam and see if Iâm better today at shooting at those cans.â
You needed to get out of that house, feeling like you might cry out of embarrassment, you didnât want Daryl to think that you were upset with him, even if you couldnât help how your heart hurt.
âY/NâŚâ
âDaryl, IâmâŚIâm sorryâŚIâm very embarrassed right now, and itâs not your fault, but I need a moment, okay? Please?â You gave him a tense smile, feeling like crying even if you hated it, and turned to leave, trying to retreat, to run away from all those stupid feelings.
âWaitâŚâ You felt Darylâs fingers on your arm, making you stop even without actually holding your arm. You turned to look at him, but he wasnât looking at you, instead his eyes were on his fingers, that caressed your arm up to your shoulder, ever so softly, making you stop breathing for second, before he pulled his hand back. âIâŚI like ya, too,â he said, so quietly that you barely heard it.
Your heart seemed to skip a beat, butterflies dancing in your belly, but your insecurity was still there, nagging at youâŚâDarylâŚyou donât have to say that just because I said it, donât think that maybe you have toâŚI get it if you donât feel that way, I really do, and it doesnât matter if you only want us to be friends, I still want to stay here and wonât leaveâŚsoâŚplease, if you donât mean itâŚâ You stammered but Daryl stopped you.
âButâŚbut I mean it.â Daryl was frowning at you, seeming taken aback by your reaction. For a moment, you thought he might be angry at you, snapâŚbut then a small, half-smile was tugging at his lips as he shook his head at you, but his eyes seemed so soft and fond that it took your breath away. âI like ya, Y/NâŚâ He said it louder this time, even if it was still barely past a whisper.
âReally?â It was still hard to believe, but you could see that Daryl was genuine as he nodded, looking at you, not avoiding your gaze this time. âThenâŚthen, can IâŚDaryl, can I kiss you?â You whispered and Daryl chewed on that lip that you wanted to kiss so bad, but then he nodded. âAre you sure? It really is okay if you donât want me to, I promise.â He was looking nervous and you didnât want to force him to do anything, but he nodded again.
You got even closer to him, slowly placing your hands on his shoulders, trying to give him time if he wanted to think it better or if he felt like he didnât want this, but you felt one of his hands on your waist, and you couldnât help your smile at it.
You lifted one of your hands to cup his cheek, gently caressing it, before you leaned in and kissed his lips softly, feeling like your heart might jump out of your chest and those twirls in your belly going out of control.
âOkay?â You asked him softly when you pulled back and he nodded. âSure?â Daryl had kissed you back but he still seemed nervous, even though he nodded again, and you still werenât sure that he wanted this. He swallowed hard and you smiled softly at him. Your hand was still cupping his cheek and you stroked his cheekbone with your thumb. âYou look scared.â
âI ainât scared,â Daryl scoffed, and you thought he might pull away from you, but instead, he leaned into your touch as if he couldnât stop himself, before he looked down.
âOkay,â you conceded, even though you could feel how nervous he was. âHey,â you gently made him look at you with your hand on his cheek. âItâs okayâŚIâd never hurt you,â you whispered, trying to ease him somehow, and Daryl looked down, swallowing hard again, but you were relieved when he looked at you and nodded at your words, as if he knew.
âIâm not going to leave you, I told you, I meant it. If you donât want this, if you only want us to be friends, itâs okay, I wonât leave you and Sam either way, Iâm going to stay, I promise.â You were still afraid that you were imposing on Daryl, that he didnât want this.
âI want this,â Daryl rasped, leaning into your touch again, making the flutters in your belly get even stronger.
âSure?â You asked, and Daryl nodded. âCan I kiss you again then?â
Daryl nodded, and you leaned in, but this time, you waited for him to be the one to initiate the kiss, you needed to be sure that he really wanted this, and when you felt him kissing you, you thought you might just start floating.
When you pulled back, he followed you, leaning his forehead on yours, and you felt as if you might melt at it.
You could still feel that he was nervous, and you reached to caress his hair with one hand while your other arm held him to you, trying to help him relax. âItâs okayâŚdonât be nervous, you donât have toâŚâ You whispered, even if you were a bit nervous too.
âI, uhâŚâ Daryl began, forehead still on yours, and when you tried to pull back so you could look at his face, he didnât let you. âIâŚjustâŚnever hadâŚya knowâŚa relationshipâŚâ Daryl murmured, and he sounded so insecure, you wanted to squeeze him to you, wondering if that was what made him seem so nervous.
âYouâre adorable,â you couldnât help but say.
âI ainât,â Daryl scoffed, and if he wanted to prove his point, hiding his face in your shoulder wasnât helping.
âOkay,â you conceded, stroking his hair again, even though he was adorable. âItâs okay if you havenât been in a relationship, Daryl, that doesnât matterâŚnot like Iâm much betterâŚand itâs okay if you donât know yet if you want that with me,â you wanted it, badly, but you didnât want Daryl to feel pressured or rushed into a relationship, when he seemed so insecure and nervous, you wanted him to be sure of what he wanted and at what pace.
Daryl looked up from your shoulder to look at you, and though at first his eyes didnât meet yours, then they did. âI want it.â
âYes?â You asked, losing the fight against the butterflies in your belly, and when Daryl nodded again, you couldnât help the big smile that spread across your face.
Daryl looked at you, a small smile on his face at yours, and when he leaned in to kiss you again, you could swear you couldnât remember a moment in which you felt so happy and giddy.
You were so focused on Daryl, that you didnât notice anything around you, not until Daryl pulled away from you quickly and you heard that the back door was opening, and Sam walked in.
âDid you fix the leak?â He asked.
âI, uhâŚIâŚâ Daryl stammered, and you wondered if you looked as flustered as him or maybe more. âNot yet, but uhâŚif ya help me, Iâll think Iâll fix it faster, ya want to?â That made Sam grin and you couldnât help your smile at how adorable they were.
âYes!â Sam nodded.
âOkayâŚcome on then.â Daryl picked up Sam, lifting him up so he could see the leak on the wooden ceiling.
âIâm going to make dinner while you fix that,â you said. âBe careful, okay, guys?â
âYeah.â Daryl nodded.
âDonât worry, Y/N, we got this,â Sam said and you couldnât help your snort.
âOkay, thenâŚâ
You decided to make some veggie stew, and you were almost finished when you saw Daryl walking into the kitchen, closing the door behind him.
âHeyâŚâ You greeted, couldnât help how you felt a bit shy.
âHeyâŚâ Daryl said, seeming shy too, but he reached out to caress your arm with his knuckles ever so softly, his eyes following his fingers as they brushed down your shoulder, forming goosebumps on your skin and making your heart skip a beat, before he stepped back and looked at the pot on the stove.
âItâs veggie stew,â you explained. âNot squirrel in it, sorry,â you half-joked and Daryl snorted. âDaryl, uhâŚâ Youâd been thinking about something while you cooked, but you werenât very sure of how to ask. âAre you going to tell  Sam about us?â
âIâŚuhâŚâ Daryl frowned, scratching the back of his head.
âIâm not asking you to do it,â you explained. âIâm just asking so I donât mess up, whatever you want to do, Iâm okay with it, if you want to wait, I understand, and this really is up to you, okay?â
Daryl nodded. âI, uhâŚwanna tell himâŚjustâŚdonât know howâŚâ He seemed shy and you got it, you felt shy about it too, even if you knew it was silly to feel like thatâŚand it was silly too, to feel nervous and insecure about it, you knew it yet you couldnât help it, Sam seemed to like you, so he wouldnât be upset that you and his uncle were more than friends, right? Still, you couldnât help your nerves⌠âBut Iâll tell him.â
âOkay.â You nodded, smiling at Daryl and reaching to hold his hand, squeezing it. âNo rush, alright? Whenever you feel like itâs the right time.â Daryl nodded, giving you a soft smile that for some reason made the butterflies in your belly go crazy. âOkay, thenâŚletâs get some dinner.â
Daryl nodded, giving you a soft smile, and the way in which his blue eyes were looking at you, so soft and so fond, made you feel like you were about to start floating again.
*
N/A
So, yes, theyâre finally together, but there are still 8 chapters left for them to be together.
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Hot Cocoa VIII
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Y/N gets in trouble with the principal after she spoke up for Daryl Dixon.
You can find the previous chapters in my Masterlist
When Monday arrived, Darylâs words warning you that speaking up for him was going to be trouble for you seemed to become true when, during the break at school, you were summoned to the principalâs office.
âThereâs something wrong?â You asked as you sat down in front of her desk, a feeling of dread filling you. You knew she couldnât just go and fire you, that wasnât what worried you, but you wondered what might she want from you now, or what had you done wrong to her eyesâŚyou didnât want to argue anymoreâŚ
âMrs. Clark told me that you were rude to her on Friday when she came to pick up her kid from your art activity,â the principal said, and you had to stop yourself from rolling your eyes. Damn woman.
âIâm sorry she feels like that, but I believe I was as polite as I could while explaining to her why some rude remarks that sheâd actually made were not appropriate for the classroom,â you said, doing your best to sound professional. âShe was saying some hurtful comments about one of my students and their guardian, with them hearing it.â
âYes, Daryl and Sam Dixon, right?â The principal said and you nodded. âI understand that it seems you and Daryl have gotten closeâŚâ
âSo? Itâs not like Iâm not allowed to have friends,â you said, sounding more defensive than youâd have liked. âThere are other teachers here who are friends with kidâs parents, a couple of them even have their own kids in the classroom.â After all, everyone seemed to know each other in that damn town.
âIâm just saying, maybe your relationship with Dixon is making you not see things clearlyâŚâ The principal said and you almost scoffed.
âThis is not about Daryl being my friend. Iâd have done the same if it was anyone else, those things Mrs. Clark was saying were really hurtful and the kid shouldnât have heard them.â
âMrs. Clark says she was just trying to be helpful,â the principal pointed and you took a deep breath, knowing that it was best to just play along, but you hated it.
âWellâŚif thatâs the case Iâm sorry she thinks I was rude, but I donât believe I wasâŚI was just trying to be helpful too.â You shrugged.
âShe was concerned about what Dixon was doing hereâŚâ The principal said.
âHe was picking up his nephew, Sam, heâs been in my art activity since the first day,â you said, feeling more than done with this conversation, the principal had to know all that by now.
âAnd picking you up too, I guess, since you said that you two wereâŚfriends?â
You didnât fail to notice the principalâs toneâŚgreat, thatâs what you needed, gossip even from the principal.
âNo, he was not, and again, as far as Iâm concerned, Iâm not the only teacher whoâs friends with a kidâs parent or family member,â you said, trying not to sound as done as you were. âAnd itâs that kid who I was trying to stop from hearing hurtful things about his family.â
âThe kidâŚSam Dixon.â The principal nodded. âDonât you worry that your closeness to Daryl Dixon might make you favor Sam Dixon here?â
Now you were offended. âDoes the other teachers who are friends with kidâs parents favor those kids or even their own?â You didnât know neither cared. âI wonât, I can assure that.â You didnât treat little Dixon any different in the classroom, when he was with your other students.
âThat kid, Iâm sure we briefed you about his situationâŚâ The principal began and you nodded. âFather in jail for dealing drugs, an addict. The mother, another addict, left the kid as soon she was allowed to leave the hospital, word is that she didnât even get to see the baby because she forbid the nurses from showing him to her.â  You hadnât known that much about Samâs mother, it picked your interest but you werenât about to ask the principal for it, and you wondered if half of it wasnât just gossip anyway⌠âQuite a problematic kid, as you can see.â
âProblematic?â You almost snorted. âI donât think so, thatâs just his family situation, a rough one indeed, but that doesnât mean heâs problematic. Heâs been in my classroom for five months, thereâs not been any problem, heâs a sweet kid,â you said. âIf anything, I think such rough family situation means we should watch over him more carefully and make sure heâs alright.â You knew that Daryl took more than good care of him, but still, the whole Merle situation worried you, and that family situation would be rough on any kid.
âWellâŚyou just said your closeness to Dixon didnât mean youâd treat Sam differentâŚI guess Iâll have to believe youâŚâ The principal said and you wondered if she was actually mocking you, but you were more than done.
âIf this was all, then, yes, Iâm aware of Samâs situation, yes, Iâm aware of the rumors and gossip about the Dixonâs, and if Mrs.Clark thought I was rude to her, then I am sorry, send her my apologies,â you said, not sounding quite professional anymore, but you wanted to finish this conversation and leave that room.
âThose things about the Dixonâs that Iâm sure youâve heard are not rumors or gossips, Y/N, those are true.â The principal didnât let it go, and you knew better than to try to fight her ideas about Daryl, even if it annoyed you, itâd just make it worse. âSo Iâm concerned about you getting close to one of them, Iâm sure Mrs. Clark was worried too and thatâs why she said whatever you found rude, just concern, if nobody had warned you already about the Dixonâs, weâre doing it now.â Sure, sure they were real worried about youâŚyou almost rolled your eyes.
âThanks for the concern, but I think I can pick who I am friends with by myself,â you said, stern.
âIf you say soâŚâ The principal gave you a smile that was more condescending and mocking than anything. âItâs your lifeâŚas long as it doesnât affect the school.â
âIt hasnât. It wonât,â you said firmly. âIf that was all, I have to get some things ready for the next class.â
âOkay Y/NâŚI hope there wonât be more trouble about you and the Dixonsâ.â
âThere wonât.â
*
Youâd thought that your day couldnât get worse after that, but it seemed that other teachers knew about your visit to the principal and why, and they didnât care about you hearing them gossiping about it.
You even caught a couple of them smirking and laughing quietly as they looked at you, and when you looked at them, arching your eyebrows, feeling more than done, one seemed bold enough to ask you if you were hooking with Daryl Dixon, because a friend seemed to have seen you walking to your place with him and Sam past midnight on New Yearâs. Great, fantasticâŚyou wondered if someone had said so to Daryl too, and if heâd get angry, maybe distance himself from youâŚyou really hoped not.
When you assured them that no, you were not hooking with Daryl, they just looked at each other, smirking again. Whatever, they could believe whatever they wanted, it wasnât their business anywayâŚyou tried not to let it upset you, but it wasnât being easy, and you wondered how Daryl dealt with all those people gossiping about himâŚsmall wonder that heâd always seemed so reserved and mistrustful, and now you were even more grateful that he seemed to have decided to start trusting you.
Back in the classroom, some of your students seemed to have noticed too your trip to the principalâs, including little Dixon. They asked you about it, and it was sweet of them that they seemed worried, even though you just wanted to stop thinking about it. You assured them that nothing was wrong and you had just needed to talk with the principal about some teacher things, which was not really a lie, and you didnât want Sam knowing all that conversation about him.
Even though you had tried to ignore it all and forget it, you were still upset during your art activity, even if you tried to act the same with the kids.
When Daryl came to pick Sam, the last kid left as usual, he seemed to notice, his gaze shifting to you a couple of times while he looked at the drawings Samâs was showing him, and this time it was you who looked down, afraid that those pretty blue eyes could just see right into you.
âYa okay?â He finally asked and you nodded.
âYeahâŚâ
âShe was called to the principalâs,â little Dixon said before you could stop it.
âI thought only kids were called,â Daryl said, sounding amused, but he was back at looking worried when he seemed to notice that you were, in fact, upset, and you just shrugged. âThereâs somethinâ wrong?â
âNoâŚjustâŚâ You didnât know what to say, you didnât want to lie to Daryl, but you worried that maybe heâd be upset if he knew that the principal had wanted to talk about him with you. âThe principal just needed to talk about some things with me.â
Daryl frowned at you, and you were sure he still thought something was wrong, and so you tried to busy yourself tidying up the classroom.
âHey, uhâŚâ Daryl began, fidgeting. âYa still have cocoa in yer locker?â
Now it was you who frowned, taken by surprise. âYeahâŚâ
âCould ya, uhâŚmake some for Sam and me? Ainât late today...â Daryl asked without looking at you.
âYes, please!â Sam said as he grinned at you.
âSureâŚsure, yeahâŚâ You nodded, still a bit confused, Darylâd never been the first to ask for hot cocoa.
âIâll help ya while Sam finishes the drawinâ,â Daryl said, and it clicked what he was doing. Youâd used the excuse of asking Daryl to help you make hot cocoa as a way to talk to him alone a couple of times already, and it seemed now he was using it on youâŚ
You let out a sigh, you couldnât backtrack now. âAlrightâŚletâs goâŚâ
Daryl followed you, and once in the teacherâs room, he looked at you while he chewed on his thumbnail. âYa sure, uhâŚya sure thereâs nothinâ wrong?â
You sighed again, shrugging. âNot more than usualâŚâ
âItâs the principal givinâ ya trouble?â Daryl asked and you didnât know what to say. âItâs, uhâŚitâs âbout what happened the other day with that woman?â
You looked at him, biting your lip, then looked down, and back at him againâŚno, you couldnât lie to him.
âKind ofâŚâ You said vaguely. âShe seemed to think I was rude to her and told so to the principal.â
Daryl shook his head and scoffed. âTold ya she was gonna be trouble for ya,â he said as he began pacing, and your fears of him being upset if he knew came back. âTold ya that ya shouldnât have said nothinââŚtold ya it was gonna be bad for yaâŚâ
âHeyâŚdonât be angry with me you tooâŚplease?â You asked, and Daryl looked at you at that, letting out a sigh, seeming to be trying to calm down.
âAinât angry at ya, justâŚâ He shrugged and looked down. âJust⌠donât want ya havinâ trouble âcause usâŚâ
âAnd I appreciate it, Daryl, I really do,â you assured him. âBut itâs not trouble, just a mean woman thinking that Iâm rude, and a principal being as mean to me as sheâs always been.â You shrugged. âI donât care.â
âYer upset, ya care.â
âYes, Iâm upset, I canât help it, when people are assholes to me and my friends, and it feels unfair like this,â you admitted. âBut I do not care of what they think of you and me being friendsâŚcome on, they were assholes to me before already, you know it. If it wasnât about this, theyâd be coming for me for any other thing.â
Daryl looked down again, back to chewing on his thumbnail. âTold ya that it was goinâ to get worse if ya hang with meâŚthat ya shouldnâtâŚâ
âIt hasnât gotten worse, they just have another excuse.â You shrugged. âYouâre my friend, I like hanging with you, and Iâm not going to stop just because some mean people are saying whatever shit about you, or for whatever you believe they might think about me if weâre friends.â
Daryl looked at you, then down, and it seemed like he didnât know what to say, but you hated to think that he might be blaming himself about stupid people being mean to you, same that you hated what those idiots said about him and how it affected him more than he wanted to admit, to the point you feared he did believe them.
âLookâŚwe really shouldnât let them upset us like this,â you said softly. You and Daryl both said that you didnât care what they said about you, but it was clear you both did, even if you knew you shouldnât. âItâs not worthy, theyâre not worthyâŚjustâŚjust donât stop being my friend just because you believe itâll be bad for me or whatever youâre thinking, or for whatever you believe they might think or say about me, please? I donât care about that, but I do care about you being my friendâŚokay?â You made yourself look at Daryl, even if you felt shy, and he seemed shy too, but finally he nodded. âNiceâŚnow letâs stop paying those assholes any mind and letâs get some hot cocoa, okay?â
Daryl looked at you, and for a moment you thought he might begin arguing with you again, telling you that you should stop hanging with him again, that itâd be troubleâŚbut then he nodded, a small, half-smile tugging at his lip, and you felt as if you finally could relax.
âOkay.â
While you got the hot cocoa ready, you noticed Daryl watching you, until he dropped his gaze down again before speaking.
âYa, uhâŚâ He began, seeming shy, and he gestured towards the mugs of cocoa. âAfter that, ya wanna, uh, come have dinner with Sam and me?â
You were more than surprised at his offer, and you could just blink at him for a second, before a smile spread across your face, along with those damn twirls in your belly. âIâd love to, yes, thank you.â You nodded, but then you thought on something and frowned. âDarylâŚif youâre doing it because you think youâre to blame for the principal being mean to me or anything like that, donât, youâre notâŚâ
âJustâŚya wanna come or not?â Daryl asked again, sounding defensive now, so you rushed to answer.
âYes, Daryl, I do want to, I told you,â you assured him. âThank you for asking.â
âI, uhâŚI got squirrel stew, but I can make some for ya without the squirrelâŚâ Daryl told you shrugging.
âSoâŚwarm water stew?â You couldnât help but joke and Daryl frowned at you.
âNah, uhâŚit doesnât got only squirrel, it got-â he began to explain awkwardly, but you stopped him.
âI was kidding, Daryl, Iâm sure itâll be great,â you said, smiling, and Daryl looked down again. âOr I can go home first and pick some leftovers.â
âNah, ya donât have to, Iâll get ya the stew without squirrel.â
âOkayâŚ.okay, nice, thenâŚâ
*
When you went back to the classroom, Sam had already begun to put everything in place and tidy up by himself, and as you thought back to the principal calling him problematic just for his name, you almost scoffed againâŚbut like youâd told Daryl, it was not worth to think on those people any more than you needed to.
When Daryl told Sam that you were joining them for dinner, he seemed more than happy, and you couldnât help but be grateful that the kid seemed to like you that much. He was a nice kid, despite his rough family situation, who deserved way better than he was treated by people at the school, just like Daryl did.
After your hot cocoa, you made sure to clean the mugs and to check that everything was in place in the classroom, told the custodian that you were leaving, and you three made your way to the Dixonâs place. Now that you thought about it, you had to be grateful that the custodian had actually never told to anyone how much time Daryl and Sam spent with you in that classroom sometimes, and about your cocoa drinks with them, it seemed that at least someone was nice at that school, and not a mean gossiper for once, and you were sure to always be nice to him in return.
Once at the Dixonâs cabin, Daryl made his way to the kitchen, and you followed him. âIâll help you.â
âNah, ya donât have to...ainât much to help with anyway,â he said, and you were about to insist when Sam tugged at your hand.
âY/N, do you want to see the slingshot that Daryl made me for Christmas?â
âSure, sweetheartâŚâ You nodded at Sam before looking at Daryl again. âYou sure you donât need help?â
âTold ya.â
âOkay.â You turned to smiled at Sam. âShow me that slingshot, then.â
He grinned and rushed into what you guessed was his room, coming out with the slingshot on his hand. âDaryl made it!â
âWoah, it looks veryâŚprofessional,â you said as you looked at it, if Samâd told you that he bought it in a store youâd have believed him, if it werenât because the slingshot had âSam Dixonâ roughly engraved. âYouâre good at that,â you said to Daryl, who was heating up water on a pot, but he just shrugged it off.
âYes!â Little Dixon grinned. âI train every day shooting the cansâŚcome!â
You followed him outside, stopping in front of a row of cans, and Sam took a small bag from next to them, in which he seemed to keep pebbles for the slingshot. Stepping back a few meters, he aimed at one of the cans, and he didnât miss.
âThat was a really nice shot!â You said and Sam grinned at you.
âThanksâŚI canât do it further than that, thoughâŚâ He told you, shrugging. âDarylâs been teachinâ me how to aim, he never misses when heâs huntinâ, his aim is the best!â
You felt a bit uneasy about the hunting thing, but you nodded at little Dixon, cheering him when he knocked another can.
âDo you want to try?â Sam asked, handing you the slingshot, and you frowned at it.
âIâm not sureâŚâ
âJust try.â
âOkayâŚâ You aimed at another can and shot the stone, but it passed next to the can without knocking it. âI canât say Iâm surprisedâŚâ You chuckled.
âItâs okay, just try again, itâs just practice, Iâm sure you can do it too,â Sam encouraged you, and you felt your heart kind of squeezing a bit at how adorable that kid was.
You tried again, and you thought this time it was closer, but the can still didnât get knocked off.
âThat was sad.â
You heard Darylâs voice and when you looked back, you saw him watching Sam and you through the kitchenâs small window, but he was smirking, and the way he looked at you let you know that he was joking.
âMy, thank you,â you joked back, bowing at him, and his smirk grew bigger at that.
âNo, it wasnât bad!â Sam said. âItâs just practice, like Daryl told me, Iâm sure youâll knock the next can!â
âI wish everyone was as encouraging as you in life, kiddo, thanks,â you told him, but Sam just shrugged, passing you another pebble.
You and Sam kept shooting at the cans, him way better than you, until Daryl called you for dinner, and you sat with them on the small table. They were eating their squirrel stew and you the one that Daryl had just made for you, which seemed to have potatoes, carrot and onionâŚit made you feel all kind of things, to think that heâd asked you to go have dinner and cooked something vegetarian for youâŚ
âAinât good?â Daryl asked, sounding insecure, and you realized that you had been staring at the stew in silence while you thought about all that and felt those stubborn butterflies in your belly.
âOh, no, no, itâs really good,â you rushed to say, flustered, and you ate another spoonful as if to prove it, but you meant it. âIt honestly is, youâre good at cooking,â you said, and Sam agreed to, but Daryl scoffed at it.
âIf ya say so.â
âWe say so,â Sam said, and you chuckled. Daryl just shook his head at you both, eyes on his stew, seeming more than shyâŚwhy he had to be so adorableâŚ
âThose potatoes are really good,â you commented, trying to make him feel a little bit less shy and embarrassed, even if he looked cute like that.
âThereâs, uhâŚthereâs this guy at the garage, he got a garden, he brings us some of his vegetables when he got to spare,â Daryl explained. âCan save some for ya next time, if ya wanna.â
âThat would be really nice, Daryl, thank you!â You grinned at him, and Daryl still seemed shy, but he looked at you with a small smile, that one that you found so damn cute.
After dinner, you went to help Daryl with the dishes, ignoring it when he told you that you didnât have to.
âThank you for asking me to come have dinner, Daryl, and for cooking something else for me, it really means a lot,â you said when you finished cleaning up, and Daryl just shrugged, looking down. âI should be going, thereâs school tomorrow.â
âWe can walk ya,â Daryl offered, but you didnât want him and Sam having to go all the way to your place and then back to theirs. Besides, you worried that someone might see him walking you this time too, like your coworker, but this time maybe someone whoâd ask Daryl instead of you about itâŚyou didnât want Daryl getting awkward with you if that happened.
âNo itâs fine, itâs not late, I can go myself, youâre already at home,â you said.
âWe donât mindâŚâ Daryl shrugged, and you didnât know what to say, you didnât want to refuse his kind offer eitherâŚyour silence made Daryl frown. âBut, uhâŚya donât wannaâŚokay.â
âNo, itâsâŚitâs not that I donât want toâŚjustâŚâ You decided to be honest before Daryl could think anything worse. âWhen you walked me back home on New Yearâs, one of my dear coworkers saw us, she had a lot to gossip about it.â
Daryl had seemed relaxed around you for a while now, but he seemed to stiff again at your words. âYouâre embarrassed theyâll see ya with me again.â
âWhat?! No!â You didnât know how heâd jumped to that and you hated it. âNot at all, Daryl, Iâm not embarrassed! Why would I! I justâŚI thoughtâŚI thought maybe youâd beâŚlike, yeah, embarrassed of them gossipingâŚâ
Daryl seemed confused at that, scowling at you. âI ainâtâŚdonât care âbout what they wanna say.â
âOkayâŚokay, good thenâŚâ
âBut, uhâŚif ya donât want them seeinâ ya with me âcause theyâre givinâ ya shit âbout itâŚâcauseâŚya know, the principal and all thatâŚI get it,â Daryl said, looking down.
âNo, Daryl, I donât care if they see me with you,â you assured him. âI already told them that Iâm not going to stop hanging with you, and I told you too, I donât care what they think or say, okay?â Daryl nodded, but he still seemed a bit unsure, and you didnât want him to feel like that. âWalk me home, letâs go.â
âThought ya said yaâll go by yourself.â
âChanged my mind.â You shrugged, but then you worried that maybe itâd be bothersome and Darylâd just offered to be polite. âUnless you donât want to, or itâs a problem, thatâs okay, I can go by myself, I mean, youâre at home already, so, yeah, I can go by myself, I was going to, really, so-â
âStop it,â Daryl cut your ramble. âWeâll walk ya, come on.â
You still werenât sure you werenât bothering him, but he looked at you with half a smile, and it made you feel all weird again, but it didnât look like he didnât want to walk you home, and you couldnât help your own smile.
âOkayâŚokay, thanksâŚcome on, then.â
*
Just a cute chapter. Y/N makes a new friend in the next...
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Hot Cocoa Pt.13
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Sam Dixon gets in trouble at the school...
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For a couple of weeks, everything seemed to be calm. No car accidents, no coworkers trying to get your classes canceled or retaliating after the parents supported youâŚthey were still assholes, but you could deal with it, and you hoped the rest of the year was going to be calm like that.
One day, though, as you walked to the teacherâs room during the lunch break, you heard some commotion and rushed to it. You froze for a moment when you saw that another teacher, Gary, was dragging Sam away from three kids, one of them you recognized as the kid of  Rachel, one of the teachers, and a year older than little Dixon.
âWhat happened?!â You asked, scared, looking from Sam, who had a bruised cheekbone and tears in his eyes, to the other teachers.
âDixon got into a fight,â Gary said, holding Samâs arm. âIâm taking him to the principalâs.â
âAnd the other kids?! What with them?â You looked at them, but they didnât seem hurt, and one of them was smirking but stopped when another teacher looked at him.
âDixon started it, so heâs the one Iâm taking to the principalâs,â Gary said.
âHe started it?â You didnât know if it was true or not, but still⌠âSo he went and picked up a fight with three older kids, out of nothing?â
âYeahâŚit doesnât sound right,â Naomi said, reaching you all too.
âI saw it, I was at the other side of the corridor,â another teacher said. âHe threw the first punch.â
âBecause heâs stupid and feral like all his family,â one of the other kids said, and Sam, who had been looking down, tried to go for him at that again, but the Gary dragged him back.
âStop it!â
âHey!â You looked at the kid who had said that. âThatâs a mean thing to say, yeah?â The kid just looked at you like you were an idiot, scoffing.
âYes, stop it, the three of you,â another teacher said, and at least she wasnât agreeing with the kid openly. âGo to the classroom.â
âI think they four should go to the principalâs, not just Sam, so we can speak about this, all together, see whatâs going on, fix the problem and-â You began, trying to sound professional.
âSam started it, Iâm bringing Sam,â Gary told you without letting you finish. âIf you want to talk, do it yourself.â
âThis is bullshitâŚSam started it? Yeah, sure those other kids did nothing,â Naomi muttered to you. âYou go with Sam, I go to try to talk to those other three?â
âYeahâŚthanks.â You nodded.
âThereâs no need for that.â Rachel, the mother of one of the kids, seemed to come out of nowhere, stopping in front of Naomi when she was going to follow the kids. âIâll talk with my kid and his friends myselfâŚâ
âSure you will,â Naomi scoffed.
âIâm not his mother here, Iâm his teacher,â Rose said, and you almost rolled your eyes at how full of bullshit you knew she was. You were about to turn around and follow Sam and Gary to the principalâs, when Rachel got closer to you. âIf your boyfriendâs kid has hurt mine, Iâm getting him and you too kicked out of here, donât think I canât make it happen,â she whispered to you.
You had never felt the urge to punch someone as you did that moment, didnât even bother saying that Daryl wasnât your boyfriend, but Gary was already walking, dragging Sam to the principalâs, and so you glared at Rachel but headed to the principalâs too, Naomi following you.
Gary almost closed the principalâs door on your face, but you held it, and you and Naomi walked in too.
âWhatâs this and why is everybody here?â The principal said, seeming annoyed.
âDixon got into a fight,â Gary informed.
âWith another three kids that for some reason arenât here to talk about it,â you pointed.
âHe started it,â Gary retorted.
âWe canât really know that,â Naomi said. âThe other kids, it looked like-â
âShut up all of you,â the principal stopped the argument and looked at you. âSoâŚDixon gets into a fight and youâre aroundâŚsmall wonder.â She smirked at you.
âI wasnât there, I heard the commotion and so I rushed there,â you explained, trying to remain calm.
âSo, she didnât see that Sam started it,â Gary provided and you rolled your eyes.
âDid someone see it? Because itâs looking to me like nobody did and you all are making assumptions,â you couldnât help but snap.
âY/N, dearâŚmaybe youâre not the most suitable for discussing this?â The principal gave you that mean smile. âWe talked about it alreadyâŚyouâre too close to Daryl Dixon, you said it wouldnât affect how you treat Sam, butâŚâ
Before you could snap, Naomi spoke. âI wasnât there either, but Y/N has a point, nobody saw it, I thinkâŚif Sam started it, which we donât know, I think the other kids might have said something to him, something hurtful.â
âAnd thatâs an excuse to start throwing punches.â
âIâŚIâm not saying thatâŚâ
âItâs not an excuse,â you said, managing to control yourself, trying to go back to sound professional. âBut itâs not the first time I see kids saying hurtful things to him and picking on him, I really think we should see into it, do something about it.â
âMaybe, or maybe youâre too involved.â The principal shrugged, and you wondered if maybe you should leave and trust Naomi to deal with it, because it seemed your presence was doing Sam more harm than good. âKidâs hereâŚletâs ask himâŚso Sam DixonâŚdid the kids say something to you? Did they start it? Or did you?â Sam didnât say anything as he kept looking down. âJust like his uncleâŚâ
âWhat?â You couldnât help but ask.
âDaryl DixonâŚhe was in my classroom, my first year of teaching⌠he was older than Sam butâŚyeah, theyâre the same.â The principal had been looking at Sam, but then she looked at you. âOnly, heâd get in more fights than SamâŚnot a month that kid would go without his knuckles bloodied, had to drag him away from another kid myself once, the animal broke that kidâs nose and allâŚthen youâd ask him about it and heâd act all skittish, wouldnât even look at youâŚâ The principal scoffed. âJust like this other Dixon kid.â
âI really donât think we should be speaking like this with Sam here,â you said through gritted teeth.
âPrincipalâs just saying the truth,â Gary said. âAnd the father, Merle Dixon? I went with him to high schoolâŚman wasnât just an asshole, he was a beast, there was no fight he wasnât in...saw one up and close myself, sent one of my friends to the infirmary.â
âAnd Iâm sure like Sam now, he started it and you and your friends did nothing,â you snapped. âAgain, we shouldnât be speaking things like that with Sam here.â
âYouâre too involved Y/N, you canât be objective,â the principal said. âI want you to leave.â
âFirst tell me how are we going to deal with this,â you didnât let her intimidate you.
âWe? Whoâs we, I am writing a report on what Sam did today and itâs going to his folder, and I am sending him home,â the principal said.
âThat is, thatâs your solution for this?â You scoffedâŚsure, why bother on trying to see what had happened, on talking with the kids, on saying why it was bad to fight, and to say hurtful things about others, to investigate what was happening with Sam and the kids that, you knew, were always bullying him and saying things about his family.
âYes, not good enough, right?â The principal smiled menacingly at you. âMaybe he should be expelled for a month.â
Again, you felt like you were making everything worse for Sam, that he was being punished because of you and your constant pushing at the principal, and you knew you should shut up, but you were too angry.
âYou canât do that.â
âOh, canât I?â The principal squinted at you. âWell, Iâm about.â
âYeah? Show me the report that youâre going to write, not for Sam, the one you need to write to expel him, I want to read all you have to say, all this grand investigation youâre going to conduct on the issue, right? Why are you expelling him, what happened, what the other kids have to say, what parents and families have to say, not only theirs, teacherâs witness and testimony, both about this fight and any other problem with Sam and kids bullying him, if any other kid and parent know more about thatâŚin fact, I think I might get in contact with the school inspector, tell them to come see how things work in this school.â
You didnât know to which point it might be an empty threat, if the inspector might ignore you, or might not care, or even agree with the principalâŚand so you almost were the first surprised when it seemed to workâŚyou guessed the principal didnât want an inspector on her back checking the school.
âIâll phone Daryl Dixon, tell him to come pick Sam at this moment, take him homeâŚhe can come back tomorrow, for now,â the principal said, glaring at you as if she wanted to slap you. âNow, you all, leave.â
Gary and Naomi just nodded, turning to leave, and you looked at Sam, who was still looking down and silent. âCome on, letâs wait for your uncle.â
âSamâs going to wait for Daryl here,â the principal said, and you decided not to fight it, in case things would go south again, and so you walked out of the office too.
Once out, you let out a sigh, running a hand through your hair and tugging at it in frustration.
âThat was awesome,â Naomi said, you hadnât even noticed that she was waiting for you. âI thought you were going to punch her or something.â
âI wishâŚâ You snorted.
âSheâs full of shit,â Naomi said and you nodded. âIt was a good idea, an inspector would have a field day here.â
âOr they might be just like herâŚI donât knowâŚâ You sighed.
âYeahâŚIâm sorry theyâre still blaming Sam, but could be worse, you did all you could, and you made it better, yeah?â She said and you just shrugged, you still felt they were being rougher with him because of you. âI never imagined you could be that scaryâŚâ
âSure, terrifyingâ you snorted, but smiled weakly at Naomi when she nudged you. âIâm going to wait for Daryl, I want to tell him first.â
âOkay.â
You walked to the yard to wait for Daryl, and he arrived way sooner than you thought he could. You knew he rode, but it was the first time you saw him on his bike, that he parked next to you.
âWhat the hell happened?!â He asked you as he dismounted.
âWhat did the principal tell you?â
âThat I had to come pick Sam right now and then she hung up on me,â Daryl told you, and you noticed how worried he seemed. âIs he hurt?!â
âNo, noâŚnot reallyâŚâ A bit bruised, sure, but nothing too bad⌠you didnât know how to tell Daryl what had happened, knowing how it was going to affect him. âJustâŚdonât freak outâŚâ
âThe fuckâs goinâ on?!â Daryl snapped again, walking into the school with you behind him.
âDonât get madâŚâ You told him, though you knew it was a lost cause. âSam, he, uhâŚgot into a fight, but heâs not hurt, just a bruise, but-â
âA fight?â Daryl snapped and you hadnât been wrong when you thought he was going to explode. âAinât ya supposed to not let that happen?!â
âIâŚI wasnâtâŚâ You began but decided not to try to explain yourself, if Daryl wanted to be upset, then let him, you rather talk about little Dixon. âLook Daryl, the thing is, theyâre blaming it on Sam, saying that it was him, but, donât be mad at him, listen to him if he speaks to you, I think the other kids said something to him and-â
âAnd  ya didnât stop it!â Daryl snapped again, and before you could say anything, he walked past you and towards the principalâs, and you watched him go, letting out a sighâŚthis really hadnât gone goodâŚ
âProblems with the boyfriend?â Rachel mocked you, walking down the corridor, and you had enough for the day.
âYou know, yes, I do have a problem,â you snapped. âMy problem is that I have to work with someone so unprofessional, so bad at her job, such asshole of a person, that all the kids from her group want to change classes because nobody canât stand her, I wouldnât even be surprised if her own kid, who seems to take after her and enjoy bullying other kids, wanted to get away from her tooâŚso yes, I do have a problemâŚI wish she was the only one, though.â
Rachel glared at you, you didnât know if looking more angry or shocked, but she didnât seem to know what to say, and so she just walked away, fuming.
âThat was awesomeâŚâ Naomi said, having witnessed your outburst. âUnwise, but awesome.â
âUnwise for sureâŚâ You sighed. âWhat a shit of a dayâŚâ
Daryl left the principalâs quicker than you thought he would, slamming the door behind him, with Sam holding his hand.
âDaryl, hey,â you tried again, but Daryl didnât stop, ignoring you, still looking agitated, and Sam was still looking down.
âShitâŚâ You sighed, and you felt Naomi squeezing your hand.
âHeâs being an asshole.â
âNoâŚI mean, yes, kind of butâŚI get itâŚhe was upset and I was the first person he had in front of himâŚheâll apologizeâŚâ You hoped so, at least.
âHe better!â
âWant to come have a coffee before we head back to class?â You asked, needing some distraction.
âGet going, I need to do something first, Iâll see you there,â Naomi said as she began walking down the corridor too.
âOkayâŚâ
*
Later that day, once in your art activity, you missed little Dixon, and you wondered how he was feeling, hoping that he was okay. Just fifteen minutes into the activity, though, the custodian came to tell you that you had a phone call from Daryl DixonâŚyou frowned, wondering what he wanted, hoping that it wasnât more bad news.
âIâm sorry, but could you make sure the kids are okay while I answer?â You asked the custodian, who nodded. You felt uneasy leaving the kids alone. âThanks, for everything, really.â
âI was new here once tooâŚainât fun to go through all the bullshit youâre goinâ through.â
âYeahâŚyeah, thank you,â you smiled and rushed to the office, picking up the phone. âDaryl.â
âHeyâŚâ
âThereâs something wrong?â
âNoâŚuhâŚIâŚIâm sorry âbout this morninââŚI didnât meanâŚsorry I snapped at ya like thatâŚâ Daryl apologized, and you smiled, youâd known he would.
âOkayâŚI get it, Daryl. Thank you for apologizing.â
âYa, uhâŚya wanna come here, when yer done with the class?â Daryl asked you, taking you by surprise.
âReally?â
âIf ya donâtâ wanna itâs fineâŚâ
âNo, no, IâŚIâd love to.â You wanted to check on Sam, see how he was doing, and also see Daryl and talk to him about what had happened.
âOkay, we, uhâŚweâll be here.
âAlright, see you later.â
*
Once all the kids had been picked up, you headed towards the Dixonâs cabin. Once at the yard, you heard the sound of cans getting hit by pebbles, and so you walked around the house, finding little Dixon shooting cans with his slingshot.
âHey, kiddo,â you greeted, and Sam turned to look at you, but then he looked down.
âIâm sorry âbout this morninâ, Y/NâŚare you mad at me?â
âNo, sweetheart, Iâm not mad at you,â you rushed to assure him, reaching out for him, and he went to hug you. âI know youâre sorry, but promise you wonât get in more fights, okay? Itâs not right.â
âOkay.â Sam nodded, and you brushed your thumb over his bruised cheekbone gingerly.
âDoes it hurt?â
âNo.â Sam shook his head. âDaryl checked it alreadyâŚhe says he ainât mad at meâŚbutâŚâ
âHeâs not, sweetheart, I promise,â you rushed to assure him. âHe was just very worried about you and doesnât want you getting into fights.â
âI knowâŚ.Iâm sorryâŚâ Little Dixon said, looking down.
âSweetheart, did the kids say something to you that hurt you and made you angry?â You asked him softly, and for a moment you thought Sam wasnât going to say anything, but then he nodded without looking at youâŚyou knew it. âIâm sorry, sweetheart, I promise Iâm going to make it stop.â You didnât know how, but you sure were going to try. âI know that it hurt you, but if it happens again, no fighting, alright? Thatâs not good.  You tell the closer teacher and then you come find me, alright?â
Sam shrugged, and then looked at you. âBut the other teachers are mean to you âcause you help me,â he told you, and you felt angry at the world while at the same time feeling your heart breaking a bit at how little Dixon was looking at you.
âNo, sweetheart, itâs not that,â you assured him, in fact, you still thought they might be going harder on Sam due to their dislike of you. âItâs not your fault, donât think that, okay?â
âOkayâŚâ Sam nodded but he still seemed sad and you couldnât stop yourself from hugging him again.
âWhereâs your uncle, sweetheart?â You asked, wanting to talk to Daryl too.
âHeâs in the kitchen thinkinâ what to make you for dinner,â Sam told you, and when you looked towards the kitchenâs window, you noticed that Daryl had been watching you both from there, but he retreated when he saw you looking.
âOkay, Iâm going to speak to him.â
âBecause I was bad?â Sam asked and you thought your heart might be breaking again.
âNo, sweetheart, of course not.â You assured him. âJust because I want to speak to himâŚBut no more fighting, alright?â You told him again, and he nodded.
The backdoor of the cabin was ajar, and so you pushed it open, walking inside and finding Daryl standing in the middle of the living room, looking down when he saw you walking in.
âHeyâŚâ You greeted as you closed the door behind you, but Daryl remained silent for a couple of seconds.
âIâm sorry,â he muttered without looking at you. ââbout this morninâ and snappinââŚthe stuff I yelled to yaâŚâ
âI knowâŚâ You let out a sigh. âThank you for apologizing,â you said and Daryl nodded, seeming shy and still not looking at you, and you approached him. âIâm really sorry about what happened with SamâŚI wish I could have stopped it, prevent it from happening, but I wasnât there, when I arrived the other teachers were already stopping the fight.â
âI know, IâŚâ Daryl glanced at you before looking down. âDidnât mean what I said to ya this morninââŚI justâŚIâm sorryâŚâ
âI know.â You reached to take Darylâs hand, seeming to take him by surprise, but he held your hand. âAre you okay?â You asked and Daryl nodded. âAnd Sam?â
Daryl let out a sigh. âDunnoâŚâ
Daryl seemed worried and a bit lost, and you squeezed his hand. âItâs normal that heâs upset, but heâll feel better, just be there for him.â
âI tryâŚâ Daryl murmured.
âI know you do, and he knows it too,â you assured him. âDid he tell you what happened?â
âKids talkinâ shit âbout him and DixonâsâŚsame oldâŚâ Daryl seemed frustrated and angry again, and you brushed his knuckles with your thumb softly, trying to calm him down. âAinât the first time this happensâŚbut I told him he canât get into fights even if they say all thatâŚâcauseâŚdonât want him to be like Merle and me, and I know itâd just get him more troubleâŚbut it doesnât matter, they go for him anywayâŚâ
âIâm sorry, Daryl, itâs not fair,â you told him. âIâm going to look into it, I promise, Iâm going to work so this doesnât happen again, Iâm going to make sure nor Sam or any other kid goes through this again, Iâm going to make it stop.â
Daryl looked at you, chewing on his lip before looking down. âThanks, but, uhâŚI know ya wanna do all that, butâŚuhâŚya ainât gonna fix nothinâ, all yaâll get is trouble and get angryâŚâ Daryl glanced at you as if he thought you were going to be mad, but you snorted.
âThanks for all that trust.â
âI didnât meanâŚIâŚI justâŚI meanâŚâ Daryl stammered, seeming frustrated with himself, and it was kind of cute.
âI know,â you stopped his ramble, squeezing his hand. âI know what you meanâŚdoesnât mean Iâm not going to try.â
âYeahâŚyeah I know yaâre gonnaâŚâ Daryl nodded, giving you a soft, brief smile. âYour friend, uh, NaomiâŚshe came after me, reached me before I even got on the bikeâŚtold me Iâm an asshole.â
You couldnât help your chuckle. âIâm sorry, Daryl.â
âNah, I, uhâŚI deserved it, I was an asshole to you.â
âMaybe a tiny bitâŚâ You half-joked, and Daryl snorted, smirking at you.
âShe told me what ya did, tried for them not to blame only Sam, tried to find what had happened,â Daryl said and you nodded. âThat ya snapped at the principal, when she was talkinâ shit and wanted to expel SamâŚthat ya, uhâŚthreatened her?â
âI wouldnât call it threateningâŚâ You snorted. âI just said Iâd tell the school inspector.â
âSaid ya snapped at another teacher too.â
âYeahâŚI might haveâŚâ You said vaguely, you were sure Rachel had gone to tell the principal what you had said to her the moment Daryl left the office.
Daryl let out a sigh. âThank ya, but, uhâŚyou canât do that,â he said and you frowned at him. âTold ya already, ainât good for ya, itâs gonna get ya into trouble, gonna make things worse for ya, and-â
âDaryl,â you stopped him. âDonât start with that again. I donât care what they think, and they already tried canceling my art activity and couldnât, anything else theyâre going to try, I donât care, let themâŚthereâs not much they can do anyway, canât fire me or anything like thatâŚall they can do? Be assholes and talk shit. And I donât care about that.â
âYa, uhâŚyer always wonderinâ why theyâre still assholes to ya...why they pick on ya, alwaysâŚâ Daryl said. âItâs âcause me and Sam, âcause they saw how ya were with him the moment he stepped in yer classroom, âcause ya wouldnât listen to their shit, let them or kids stay bullshit âbout Sam if ya were there... âcause ya talked to me tooâŚand then ya started hanginâ with usâŚâ You knew that Daryl thought like that, heâd told you already, but at that moment, you couldnât help your snort, and Daryl frowned at you. âWhat?â
âYou think all thatâŚI think that all those teachers are worse to Sam, treat him rougher, because they dislike me and they know you and I are friends, and so they pick on him more for thatâŚin fact, I think I might have made things worse for Sam this morning, snapping the way I did,â you explained.
âWhatâŚnah.â Darylâs frown deepened. âNah, ya know most of them were assholes to him before ya came, âcause heâs a Dixon, ya know what they sayâŚainâ t ya.â
âAnd you know that they were pricks to me since the moment I arrived, before knowing you or Sam,â you saidâŚbut you felt Daryl would stick to his point, and you to yours. âSoâŚletâs agree that theyâre assholes who would pick on us anyway for any shit reason, stop blaming each other for making it harder for the other, and blame the actual assholesâŚokay?â
Daryl blinked at you, but then he smirked. âOkay.â
You were glad to see his smile, and that he seemed more relaxed, but he still looked tired and sad, and you couldnât help but reach out to wrap your arms around him and hug him. At first, Daryl didnât move, and you were afraid you were overstepping, but before you moved away, Daryl wrapped his arms around you too, leaning into you with an exhausted sigh.
âIâm sorry that you have to deal with all thisâŚâ You whispered, meaning every word, and Daryl didnât say anything but you felt him hiding his face on your shoulder, the gesture making butterflies fly in your belly.
You knew that you cared for Daryl, you had no doubt about it. You had admitted to yourself too that you had a crush on him, even though you didnât know what to do about itâŚbut now, as you held him to you like that, trying to comfort him, you wondered if you werenât kind of a bit in love with him too, maybeâŚ
The thought made your heart skip a beat and you froze. Daryl seemed to notice and he pulled back as if he thought that maybe you didnât want him to hug you like that any longer, which was pretty much the opposite, but you didnât know how to tell him, shy, and he too seemed bashful as he looked down.
âWhat, uhâŚwhat are you going to make for dinner?â You asked, out of the blue, wanting to change topics, wanting you both to stop feeling so shy, and wanting to stop thinking about maybe being in love with Daryl.
He frowned at you, seeming taken aback by your unexpected question. âI, uhâŚâ he glanced towards the kitchen. âI dunnoâŚI got some vegetables, from the guy with the garden,â he explained. âThoughtâŚdunno, ya fried some the other day for lunch, thought âbout doing the same.â
âOkay.â You smiled at him and headed to the kitchen. âVeggie stir-fry is it.â
âI, uhâŚsaved some of them for ya,â Daryl said, nodding towards a paper bag on the counter.
âThank you, Daryl, really.â You smiled before leaning to look towards the small window. Sam wasnât shooting pebbles at the cans any more, and was now sitting down on the ground, drawing on his notebook. âI know itâs not the first time kids pester himâŚI donât like that he got into a fight, itâs not right, I told him, but honestlyâŚIâm surprised he hasnât snapped before to the kids that pick on him, that heâs so self-controlled, heâs only six.â
âYeah, but, uhâŚainât the first time he gets into a fight, told ya.â
You hummed, nodding. âHe hadnât in all this year.â
âYeahâŚtold him not to do that again, last time it happenedâŚhe knew I was, uhâŚupsetâŚâ Daryl seemed regretful, and you wondered if heâd snapped at Sam without meaning to when that happened. âAnd this year, with ya, it got betterâŚtold ya, ya donât let kids tell him shit when yer around, and uhâŚhe made friends with the kids that stay to your art activity, soâŚyeahâŚâ Daryl shrugged.
âThank you for saying that, DarylâŚIâm not sure if Iâm helping, but if I did, then Iâm glad,â you said, smiling to him, before glancing at little Dixon through the window again. âDo you know what they said to him to make him snap after all this time?â
âAinât sureâŚâ Daryl looked through the window too. âBut somethinâ âbout Merle.â
âYeah?â You chuckled. âIâve seen him endure kids and adults say hurtful shit about himâŚbut they say something about his dad, and he snapsâŚâ You smiled at Daryl, and he seemed confused at you. âHe loves Merle and family just as much as you do.â
Daryl blinked at you and then looked down, shrugging, but you noticed the small smile that tugged at his lips. âYeahâŚI guessâŚâ
âYou should tell Merle, I think heâd be happy to know that,â you said.
âYeahâŚâ Daryl smiled softly, though he looked sad. âWould be proud of Sam getting into a fight too,â he scoffed.
âI bet.â You snorted. âAs long as he doesnât encourage it.â
âHe would.â Daryl nodded. âHe always told me I couldnât let people talk like that âbout us Dixonâs, that I had to, uhâŚstop themâŚâ
âMmh mmhâŚthe principal, she told me that you got into a lot of fights when you were her studentâŚlittle trouble maker were you,â you joked, or at least you hoped that Daryl knew that you were joking and he wouldnât get angryâŚhe seemed to get it, because he snorted, and he smirked at you.
âYeahâŚyou said Samâs, uh, self-controlled? I wasnât,â he said and you snorted. âWhen kids picked on me or talked shit âbout Dixons, Iâd snap and fight themâŚthey were assholes, but uhâŚI could be an asshole by myself too, it wasnât only themâŚbutâŚSam ainât like me, or like Merle, and I donât want him to be,â Daryl said, and you thought that Sam was kind of like Daryl in some things, no wonder if he had raised him, but you didnât say anything. âSo, uhâŚdonât want him gettinâ into fightsâŚainât gonna do him any good.â
âYeahâŚâ You nodded, reaching to squeeze Darylâs hand again. âItâs not going to happen again, Iâm going to work on this so things get better.â
You thought that Daryl might tell you again that you couldnât fix anything, but he didnât, he just looked at you and nodded with a small smile, squeezing your hand back. You didnât say anything, just smiled at him and turned to look through the window again.
âHey, Sam, youâre going to get cold out there,â you called for little Dixon. âWhy you donât come in here to help me and Daryl with dinner?â Sam looked at you, and you were more than glad to see him smiling.
âOkay.â
*
N/A:
Theyâre a family and everyone knows but them.
I think youâre going to like the next chapter...
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Hot Cocoa Pt.12
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Y/N has a proble but Daryl has her back, again.
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On a Saturday morning, you were on your way to the veterinarian with your cat. It was for nothing severe, just for her annual checkout and vaccines, as you had assured little Dixon when he heard you talking about it last evening with Daryl, while you both made dinner.
There was not a veterinarian in that town, though, so you had to drive to the nearest town, but that was just a twenty-minute drive, so it wasnât that big of a deal, and you were lucky that the vet also opened some Saturday mornings, so you didnât need to take time off your art activity for it, now that it was back.
Once there, the veterinarian checked your cat, saying that she was perfect, much to your relief, and so once everything was done, you headed back home.
Youâd been driving for a little while, though, when suddenly a car seemed to come out of nowhere, ignoring a stop and going way faster than you were sure anyone should be driving on those secondary country roads.
You slammed the breaks, and if you hadnât managed to act that fast, slow down the speed of your car as you did while turning, itâd probably had been much worse, but still, the half-front of your car crashed against the side of the other car.
Your first instinct was to panic, once you realized what had just happened, but some part of you knew that it couldnât have been too bad, if all the pain youâd felt was the seatbelt digging into your skin as you shifted forwards and the dull pain at the back of your head when you hit it on the headrest as you were thrown backward again.
Your first thought was not for you, though, but for your cat, and you turned to look at the backseat in panic, hearing her meowing like crazy. The carrier had fallen from the seat and you rushed to pick it up. She didnât seem hurt, you had placed inside of the carrier several towels and cushions to try and make it nicer for her since she hated traveling, but she seemed very scared.
âIâm sorry, Iâm sorry, but youâre okay, yes, youâre fine, arenât youâŚâ You didnât know if you were convincing your cat of yourself, still panicking, reaching to pet your car, trying to calm her down, before placing the carrier back on the seat.
Your second thought was to the person in the other car, and so once you put the cat carrier back on the seat, you got out of your car, probing at the back of your head, which still hurt a bit, but it didnât seem too bad.
âAre you okay?â You asked to the man who was getting out of his car too. He seemed good, though, and his car seemed in better shape than yours, with only a dent on one of the backdoors, even if a big one, but looking at yours, the dent on the front seemed bigger and worse, and you gave thanks again that you and the cat seemed to be fine.
âYeah, and you?â The man asked.
âYes, Iâm good.â
âYou sure?â The man asked again, and you wondered if it was for how the front of your car looked, but he was looking at you, and only then did you realize that you were crying.
âYesâŚyes, Iâm fine,â you said again, rubbing your eyes. âJust scared.â
The man nodded, and once he seemed to see that you were okay enough, he went to examine the dented door of his car, while you did the same with the front of your car, even though you had no idea of what to check. Once the man checked that his car was not too bad and could drive with no problem, and that you seemed good enough, you exchanged insurance numbers and he drove away.
You had to drive back to the town, you knew, even if you hadnât really come out of your fright yet, and so you got into your car too. You checked your cat again, who was still meowing pitifully, but she seemed unhurt even if anxious and scared. She usually spent the trips to the vet meowing like that, though, but the accident had made her even more anxious and scared, and you felt more than guilty.
You wanted to drive back home, try to make her feel better, and then go to the garage where Daryl worked to get your car fixedâŚyour hands shook as you placed them on the wheel, though, but you took a deep breath, trying to calm down.
When you tried to start the car, it made a sound that even you knew couldnât be goodâŚshitâŚYou knew you shouldnât risk driving it with it sounding like that, if you were able to get it running, and you resigned to call the tow truck.
You didnât have the number, though, and so you decided to call the garage where Daryl worked, you had the number in case you needed to call him about Sam someday. You could explain to them what had happened and ask if they could send someoneâŚbesides, you thought Daryl was working that morning. You really hoped he was.
âHello?â A voice answered the phone.
âHelloâŚcould I speak to Daryl Dixon, please?â You knew you could just explain to anyone what had happened, but you really felt like you wanted to hear Darylâs voice at that moment.
âSureâŚwho are you?â The voice sounded confused.
âIâm Y/N.â
âOkay.â
You had to wait for a bit until you heard Darylâs voice. âYeah?â
âHey, itâsâŚitâs Y/NâŚâ You hated how your voice was still weak and shaky. âI, uhâŚI was driving back from the vet andâŚkind of had an accident-â
âYa okay?!â Daryl asked before you could say anything else.
âYes, yes, donât worry, the cat and I are okay,â you assured, noticing that he had sounded worried. âIt looks worse than it is, I thinkâŚbut the car is making a weird sound and barely running, could you tell someone to come pick it up, please? And meâŚâ
âWhere are ya?â
âMain road between the towns, kind of in the middle.â
âIâm goinâ.â
âNo, no, if you have to work just tell someone, or the tow or-â
âWait there,â Daryl said, ignoring what you were saying and hanging up, and you knew he was on his way. You felt guilty, but also grateful, and at that moment, when you were still scared and shocked, you wanted to see Daryl.
Around ten minutes later, a pick-up showed up on the road, approaching your car. You saw it was Daryl and Sam, and so you got out of the car, waving at them.
âHi, guys, thanks,â you greeted when they parked the pick-up next to your car and got out of it.
âAre you okay?â Sam asked as he walked towards you, looking scared as he looked at your car, and then he was reaching to hug you, while Daryl looked from you to the car, then back at you, silent but seeming worried too.
âYes, sweetheart, thank you,â you assured him, holding him a bit tighter than you wanted, but you were still shaken.
âIs Laura okay?â Sam asked you and you nodded, but you felt your eyes watering again, youâd been so scared for your cat.
âYes, sheâs good, but can you go check her and try to make her feel better? She was very scared,â you said, you didnât want him thinking that you were hurt if he saw your tears, and you wanted to talk with Daryl about your carâŚbesides, you really wanted someone to check on your cat and be with her at that moment.
âSure.â
Sam went to the backseat of your cat and you approached Daryl. âHow bad is it?â
âYa okay?â He asked you instead of answering, and you nodded. âYa sure?â He looked at your face, and you knew you had tears in your eyes, and then he looked at the mark that the seatbelt had left on the skin of your neck and shoulder.
âItâs nothingâŚI justâŚIâm not hurtâŚI was just scared,â you said, swallowing hard and trying to blink your tears, even though you were still shaking. âIâm goodâŚâ
Daryl didnât say anything, but then, you felt his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you to him. You were taken by surprise, but you wrapped your arms around him too, couldnât stop yourself from snuggling to him, but Daryl didnât seem to mind as he held you to him, and you didnât know how the smell of motor oil and smoke could be so comforting.
âThanksâŚâ You whimpered, almost melting into him. âI thoughtâŚI was scared thinking that something had happened to my catâŚgetting hurt orâŚ.or killedâŚor maybe the carrier breaking and then maybe sheâd run away scared and get lost or killedâŚitâd be my faultâŚâ You babbled, you couldnât help it, the idea of your cat maybe haven gotten badly hurt or killed at the accident terrified you, so much that you hadnât even stopped to think that you could have gotten hurt too.
âItâs okayâŚâ Daryl murmured, and you felt his fingers timidly caressing your hair, comforting you, but when he placed his hand at the back of your head to pull you close, you flinched when he touched the spot youâd hit. Daryl pulled away, frowning at you. âYa hurt yer head?â
âNoâŚwell, hit it on the headrest,â you admitted. âBut itâs nothing, it doesnât hurt, only if I touch it, but my head doesnât hurt, Iâm not dizzy or anything, Iâm good.â
Daryl didnât say anything, and you noticed his blue eyes going again to the mark that the seatbelt had left on your skin, and that was already bruising, before he brushed his fingers over it ever so gently, and even in that situation, you felt your skin tingling at it.
âDoes it hurt?â Little Dixon asked, and you realized that heâd gotten out of the car and was looking at you and the bruising too.
âNo, sweetheart,â you assured him. âIâm not hurt, just scared.â
âIt had to be scary,â Sam said, hugging you again, and you didnât know how to say how grateful you were for the Dixonâs.
Daryl was back at looking at your car, lifting the hood, and you let out a sigh. âHow bad? Besides the dentâŚâ
âNot badâŚâ Daryl said, looking atâŚwhatever was he looking. âMotorâs touched butâŚainât too bad.â He closed the hood again. âIâll fix it...letâs go.â
âThanksâŚâ
You took the cat carrier, placing it on the backseat of the pick-up, and Sam sat down next to it, saying that heâd keep her company and make sure she was alright, and you were honestly glad of it. Daryl got your car on the pickupâs bed and then got inside the pickup too, sitting behind the wheel, next to you.
âCan you stop at my place before going to the garage?â You asked once he began driving. âTo leave the cat, sheâs very scared and anxious.â
Daryl nodded. âAinât goinâ to the garage, gonna take the car home, get some things from the garage and work on it this weekend.â
âNo, Daryl, itâs the weekend, you donât have to work,â you told him, you didnât want him spending his scarce free time on that, and you suspected he might not want to charge you either. âGet it to the garage, you know I donât even use it.â
Daryl didnât say anything, and you were pretty sure he was just going to ignore you nonetheless.
The drive was silent, filled only with little Dixon talking to your cat and sometimes to you too, but you noticed Daryl glancing at you from time to time, as if wanting to make sure that you were alright. Soon, you reached the town, and Daryl parked in front of your place.
âThanks, guys, really, thank you so much,â you said.
âAinât nothinââŚâ Daryl shrugged. âYa, uhâŚya wanna come to our place, once ya leave the cat? Get some lunch or somethinâ.â
You were sure that Daryl was asking you because you were still shaken and he was still worried, wanting to make sure you were alright. You didnât want to impose, take more of his time, but you really wanted to go with himâŚyou didnât want to be alone, think about the accidentâŚ
âYes, Y/N, come with us!â Little Dixon said.
âIâŚokay, okay, thanks.â You nodded, grateful. âBut first I have to make sure that my cat is okay and calm at home.â
âYeah.â Daryl nodded. âIâm gonna go to the garage, get some stuff I need for yer car, then come pick ya up, okay?â
âOkayâŚokay, thanks.â
*
Once at home, you checked yet once again that your cat was alright. When she realized that she was back home, she stopped meowing, walking out of the carrier as you opened it, and you picked her up to check her, but she seemed unharmed and like nothing hurt her. You left her on the floor again, thinking that sheâd go run to hide, but she didnât, she just went to her water bowl, drank some, and then went to lie on her favorite cushion of the sofa while she cleaned herself. All in all, she seemed alright, probably she hadnât known what had happened, just that her carrier had fallen from the car seat because you were a driving idiot.
Now sure that your cat was fine, you tried to get a hold of yourselfâŚyou werenât crying, but you were still shaken and your heart was still beating a bit too fast, and so you took deep breaths, trying to calm down, remind yourself that your cat was fine, you were fineâŚ
By the time Daryl and Sam came to pick you up, you were feeling better, even if still a bit shaken. You followed them back to their pick up, this time you three on the front seat with Sam between Daryl and you, and you were glad for little Dixonâs animated talk that helped you to take your mind off the accident.
Once at their place, Daryl headed to your car, and you followed him. âYou really donât need to work on this the weekend,â you told him again, but he just shrugged, opening the hood and setting to work.
You werenât very sure of what to do, but it was past lunchtime by then, and so you decided to make yourself busy preparing some food.
âHey, Daryl, itâs okay if I cook some lunch?â You asked and he nodded, focused on checking you didnât know what in your carâs motor, before he looked at you.
âYeahâŚthanks, use whatever ya wanna from the kitchen.â
âOkayâŚdo you want to help me with lunch, Sam?â You asked and he nodded.
You felt shy going through Darylâs stuff in his kitchen, but Sam handed you anything that you needed and didnât know where to find, and soon, lunch was ready. You had brought with you some vegetables that you needed to use, and so you decided to make a stir-fry.
Once it was ready, you went to the door to call for Daryl.
âLunch is ready.â
âOkayâŚstart eatinâ if ya wannaâŚâ
You waited for a bit, but Daryl wasnât coming and Sam was hungry, and so you decided  to have lunch with him. After that, he helped you wash the dishes, and then he began telling you about the book he was reading. Daryl was still not coming, and so you left Sam reading his book, reheated leftovers of the stir-fry, and placed them on a plate for Daryl.
You walked out of the cabin and approached him. âLunch.â
âIn a secâŚâ He said, looking at the motor of the car instead of you.
âYou said that half an hour agoâŚeat.â
Daryl looked at you, seeming a bit surprised when he saw that you had brought him a plate with food and were almost nudging him with it.
âThanksâŚâ He cleaned his hands on a rag and took the plate, sitting down with it on the old stars of the porch, that creaked under his weight, and you sat down next to him. âItâs good,â he said as he munched.
âThanksâŚit has broccoli so I wasnât sure you were going to eat it,â you joked and Daryl snorted, smirking at you.
âIâm gonna keep workinâ on your car,â Daryl said once he finished the food. âAinât too bad, Iâll finish it today.â
Leaving the plate on the stairs, you followed him, watching him as he swiftly workedâŚit was clear that he knew what he was doing more than enough, and that he enjoyed it.
âYouâre good at this,â you commented and Daryl glanced at you.
âYa donât know, I havenât fixed it yet.â He shrugged before he focused on the motor again.
âDoesnât mean I canât see youâre good at it,â you said and Daryl didnât say anything to it. âAnd that you like it, yeah?â Daryl nodded, and you watched him in silence for a bit, before speaking again. âDid you study mechanics?â
âNah, I, uhâŚâ Daryl glanced at you before looking at the motor again. âDidnât study nothingâŚdropped out of schoolâŚâ
âOkay.â You hoped you hadnât made him uncomfortable. âYou always can go back to studyâŚif thatâs something you want to do, I mean, study mechanicsâŚnot that you need it, though, you donât,â you pointed, not wanting Daryl to believe that you thought that. âJust because you like it.â
Daryl just hummed at that, but it didnât look like you had made him uncomfortable or angry. Then, he finally looked up from the hood of your car, closing it. âShould work nowâŚâ He muttered, but you thought he was talking more to himself than to you.
Getting into your car, he turned the engine on, and your car came back to life, not making any weird sound now.
âYou fixed it!â You grinned.
âYeahâŚlooks like soâŚâ Daryl nodded, giving you a half-smile as he got out of your car.
âThank you!â You couldnât stop yourself from reaching out and hugging Daryl, even if it was just for a couple of seconds, not that he seemed to be bothered or to mind it, even if both of you looked down bashfully when you pulled back.
âTold ya it wasnât bad.â He shrugged.
Sam seemed to have heard the sound of your car, and he walked out of the cabin too. âIs it workinâ?â
âYes!â You grinned. âDaryl fixed it! Your uncle is really good at it!â
âYes, he is.â
Daryl scoffed, rolling his eyes at you both and seeming shy. âYeah, almost like I work fixinâcars, or somethinâ.â
âThat you work on it doesnât mean you couldnât be bad at itâŚlook at all my coworkers,â you joked, and Daryl snorted.
âIâm gonna fix the dent.â
*
You didnât leave right away when Daryl fixed the dent, instead, you stayed at the Dixonâs for the whole day, and you were grateful that they seemed to want to have you around, so you wouldnât have to be alone at home, overthinking the accident.
You watched while Sam trained with the slingshot, helped by Daryl, trying your luck sometimes too, trying to follow Darylâs instructions. Then, you painted with Sam for a while, talking with him, trying to make conversation with Daryl, glad whenever you managed to have him speaking with you two too.
Later, you cooked dinner with Daryl, and after dining with them, when you were going to get on your car to go home, Daryl told you that heâd drive it, just to check that it was actually running okay, and then he and Sam would walk back home. Part of you wanted to decline, say he didnât have to, but the part of you who wanted to say yes won.
Your car seemed to work without a problem, and soon, Daryl was parking it on your usual spot in front of your place.
âThanks for everything, Daryl, really,â you told him as he turned off the motor. âI donât know how to tell you how much everything you did today means.â
âWas nothinââŚâ Daryl murmured.
You didnât say anything else, but you leaned to kiss his cheek, either feeling brave enough or not overthinking it enough to stop. Daryl froze at it, blinking at you, but then he was giving you that cute, half-smile of him as he looked down bashfully, and once again, butterflies fluttered in your belly.
Once you three got out of your car, Daryl locked it and passed you the keys.
âThanks again,â you told him before smiling at Sam. âAnd thank you too, sweetheart, for making me feel better when I was scared.
Sam grinned at you, reaching out to hug you, before he went to hold Darylâs hand. âGood night, Y/N.â
âGood night, guys, thanks for everything.â
*
N/A I promised more hugs, not how those where going to be delivered...also...what if next chapter is not Y/N having a problem for once...but maybe Sam...
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Hot Cocoa XI
 Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Y/Nâs problems with her coworkers reach a more personal level but Daryl has her back.
You can find the previous chapters in my Masterlist
No matter that there was a new teacher at the school and so you werenât âthe newâ anymore, the others kept picking on you, even more than on the new one, and you were starting to take it even more personal.
That didnât mean that they werenât pricks with Naomi too, they were, and so one day she taught you a new technique to deal with your mean coworkers that, at first, you thought nonsense, something that would never work.
It consisted in being overly friendly and overly nice with everyone, instead of snapping back, on never showing that you were angry or hurt. When someone said something mean, you thanked them profusely while turning it into something nice. When you were ignored, you were overly friendly. You were all nice, all smiles and sweet words, as helpful as friendly as you could muster to be.
You were more than baffled to see that it workedâŚsomehow your coworkers not only seemed puzzled and like they never knew how to react, they also seemed pissed.
You had told Daryl about it, and he had also thought that it wouldnât work, so he seemed as puzzled as you when you gloated about how it worked, but he smiled at your grin.
It seemed to work too well, though, and when you were called to the principalâs, right after Naomi walked out looking like she wanted to murder someone, you knew you must have pissed someone badly.
âSomething wrong?â You asked as you sat down in front of the principal without bothering to even smile.
âNo, not really.â The principalâs smile was not friendly at all. âI just wanted to talk about your art activity.â
You had a bad feeling about it right away. âWhat about it?â
âWe had never offered an extracurricular activity in this school before,â the principal said, without getting to the point. âAnd yours is the only one we have.â
âWellâŚwe can brainstorm ideas if you want to add more, if someoneâs up to it.â You frowned, wondering what was all this about.
âNo, you see, I was actually wondering if extracurricular activities are something we want at this school at all.â The principalâs mean smile went bigger.
âNow? After half a year, youâre wondering that now?â You almost scoffedâŚwas this just any teacher trying to hurt you, or had anyone realized how many time Daryl spent with you there, and this was about itâŚ
âI admit, I hadnât really thought about it until now.â The principal shrugged. âBut now that I do, I feel a bit strange that youâre here on your own at the school after work.â
âI donât mind, I offeredâŚI always leave before the custodian leaves his shift,â you said, grateful once again for a guy whoâd never said anything about Daryl being there. âIâm on my own because nobody started any other activityâŚas I said, I donât mind brainstorming more ideas if any other teacher is up to.â
âNobody is, we all have our schedule, itâs only you who wanted to work extra hours.â
âYeah, wellâŚwanted to be helpful and some extra points on my curriculum,â you said, defensive.
âI understand that, but Iâm not sure I want activities going on at the school after the classesâŚthereâs something else,â the principal said, and you wondered again if she was going to say something about Daryl. âYou have kids from your class group in your activity, but also some others from other teacherâs groups, like Rachelâs.â
You almost rolled your eyesâŚRachel was a personal friend of the principal, you knew, and a mean witch with you more often than not.
âSo I worryâŚthose kids, in the morning, theyâre in class with their teachers, learning actual stuff, workingâŚthen on the afternoons they go with you, they just paint and play, no workâŚI worry that it might make them favor you over their actual teachers, who spend their mornings trying to make them learn, it would be unfairâŚI know of a couple who wanted to change groups to go with you, imagine how upsetting and sad that must be for their actual teachers.â
âI, uhâŚâ You didnât know what to say or how not to snap, offended in more than one way. In your actual class, you did more things than paint and play, besides, that was important too, and if Rachelâs kids wanted to change classrooms, maybe it was because she was a mean witch them too. You knew that nothing good would come of saying anything like that. âThat was never my intention.â
âI know, dear, Iâm not accusing you of anything,â the principal said with that fake smile. âJust wondering if this extracurricular thing after class are I good ideaâŚI want to pause them, see how it works, okay?â No, it was not okay, but you didnât say anything, there was no point. âWeâll keep it this week, but you wonât need to work after hours the next.â
âWhat about the parents whose kids stay in the activity because theyâre still working after class?â You asked.
âThey managed before your activity, theyâll manage again without it, donât worry about that.â The principal shrugged. âDonât burden yourself thinking that youâre more essential than you are, dear.â
You were as offended as hurt, but you tried not to show it. âOkay. I have to go, Iâm busy.â
With that, you got up and walked out of the office. You found Naomi on an empty corridor, and she approached you.
âShe went for you too, yeah?â She asked, and you nodded.
âYeahâŚwhat did she do to you?â
âShe said that they might not need a substitute after all, that she can temporally put the kids from Adamâs group in other groups until heâs back, so they wouldnât need me.â
You scoffed. âShe canât do that, you know it, she knows it, itâs just bullshit talk.â
âI know.â Naomi nodded. âDidnât mean I didnât want to punch herâŚwhat she said to you?â
âSheâs canceling my art activity.â You had tried not to let it affect you, but it did, and you couldnât hold it anymore, and your eyes filled with tears.
âWhat? She canât do that.â
âYes, thatâs one thing she can do,â you said, rubbing your eyes, embarrassed. âThis week is the last that she allows it...apparently, she doesnât like activities after class and Iâm stealing kidâs affection from their teachers.â
âBullshit.â Naomi scoffed. âIâm sorryâŚit was me who told you that we should kill them with niceness and now they do thisâŚâ
âNah, theyâd have come for it one way or anotherâŚâ You shrugged. âI have to go back to the classroomâŚI donât want to tell the kids yet.â
âOkayâŚIâll see you later for lunch, okay? Weâll talk about this more.â
âSureâŚâ
No talking will fix it, though, and you rubbed your eyes again, forcing yourself to look like everything was okay for the kids, walking towards your classroom.
*
You knew you should tell the kids and parents about the art activity ending, but you didnât feel ready yet, and you didnât want to end up crying in front of the parents and make a fool out of yourself, and so, you tried to hold it together and act the same with the kids that afternoon.
As always, little Dixon was the last kid there, until Daryl arrived.
âHey,â he greeted.
âHi, Daryl!â Sam grinned at him, and you tried to smile but couldnât.
âHi, DarylâŚdo you want some hot cocoa before leaving?â You straight up asked, needing to tell him what was going on.
âSureâŚâ He nodded but he was frowning at you.
âYes, thank you!â Little Dixon grinned at you, and you tried to smile at him before going out of the classroom with Daryl following you.
âWhatâs wrong?â Daryl asked you as soon as you stepped into the teacherâs room.
âTheyâre canceling my art activity,â you said, trying to hold it together but barely managing.
âWhat?â
âIt seems I pissed off the principal and her friends,â you sniffed. âShe said sheâs decided she doesnât want activities after class and mine is the only oneâŚso, sheâs canceling itâŚalso, apparently Iâm stealing the kids affection and putting them against their teachers because with me they only paint and playâŚâ
âBullshit,â Daryl scoffed and you nodded, but couldnât look at him when you felt tears rolling down your cheeks. âHeyâŚnoâŚcome on, stop it,â he told you shyly, and when you looked at him you let out a weak snort when you saw that he looked kind of scared at seeing you crying. âWhat?â He snapped.
âNothing...justâŚyou look scaredâŚâ You chuckled, even though your eyes were still wet.
âAinât scaredâŚâ Daryl muttered, defensive.
âOkayâŚwhat do you do when Sam cries?â
For a moment, you thought Daryl was going to snap again, but he snorted as he looked at you with a small smirk. âGet scared,â he said, and you didnât know if he was kidding or not, but it made you chuckle again, and you gave him a grateful smile.
âIâm sorryâŚI didnât want to cry, butâŚâ You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed as you sniffed again. âI know itâs just an art activity, that it meant I was working more hoursâŚbut it really feels like they tried to come for something mine as best as they couldâŚ
You werenât looking at Daryl as you spoke, and he didnât say anything, but then, you felt his hand gently holding yours. You were surprised at it, and when you looked at Daryl, he was looking down, but when you squeezed his hand, he returned your gesture.
âYeah, they came for something yers, âcause theyâre assholes, but ya know what they said ainât true, itâs just bullshit,â Daryl told you. âTheyâre bitter that the kids like ya more, but thatâs âcause yer good with them, ya care for them.â
âI guessâŚâ You shrugged, you werenât able to be positive at that moment. âBut anyway, they won, they took something mine that I care aboutâŚâ
âIâm sorryâŚâ Daryl said quietly, his thumb stroking softly over your knuckles, comfortingly, and you looked at him, swallowing hard.
âWhy everyone hates me so much here?â You didnât know if you were overreacting, you couldnât help how awful you felt about the whole thing. Â
âHey, come on, everyone doesnât hate yaâŚâ Daryl told you. âThereâs a lot of pricks in this town, yeah, and ya work with someâŚbut that doesnât mean everyone hates yaâŚâ
âThey donât like me eitherâŚâ You shrugged. âPretty sure everyone but you dislikes me.â
âAinât true,â Daryl insisted. âThe parents of the kids at yer art activity, they like ya.â
âIf you say soâŚdoesnât look like it.â Yes, maybe they didnât hate you, but they were cold towards you nonetheless, still treating you as a foreigner.
âThey just donât know ya,â Daryl said. âBut they like that they have a place where they can leave their kids while they work, somewhere they know theyâre gonna be alright and havinâ fun, with someone who cares for them.â
âYeahâŚand now thatâs gone because the activity is getting canceledâŚâ You let out a sigh. âI havenât told the parents yetâŚtheyâre gonna be pissedâŚâ
âNot at ya.â
You shrugged.  âWho theyâre going to snap at, the new teacher they donât know or care for, whoâs delivering the news, or the principal whoâs their neighbor since foreverâŚâ
âThey ainât gonna blame ya,â Daryl insisted. âJust tell them, youâll see. Told ya, they donât hate ya, they like ya, âcause ya care for their kids and âcause their kids like ya.â
You couldnât really see it like Daryl was saying it, couldnât agree, but still, you appreciated what Daryl was saying, and that he was trying to make you feel better, and so you gave him a small, sad smile, squeezing his hand, which was still holding yours.
âIâll tell themâŚâ You had to, you knew, and you couldnât wait much, they needed to look for something else to do with their kids while they worked. âJustâŚcouldnât todayâŚdidnât want to just start crying or somethingâŚI guess Iâll do it tomorrow, when they come pick up their kidsâŚâ
âThey ainât gonna be mad at ya,â Daryl told you again.
âI guess weâll seeâŚâ You werenât very sure, but you tried not to dwell on it more, and you looked at Daryl, smiling softly. âButâŚthanks, Daryl, I mean it, I was feeling like shit, thanks for listening to me and for telling me all that.â
âAinât nothinââŚâ Daryl shrugged, giving you a shy smile before looking down, letting go of your hand.
âItâs not nothing, thanks, I mean it.â
You really wanted to hug him, both because you needed a hug and because you were grateful for him, and before you knew what you were doing, you were lifting your arms and reaching out to hug him, but when you realized it, you worried that he might not want it, that you might make him uncomfortable, and you awkwardly lowered your arms again, overthinking it.
âWhat ya doinâ?â Daryl asked, frowning.
âIâŚâ You felt your cheeks burning, but you couldnât look for any excuse even if the truth was kind of embarrassing. âI wanted to hug you but then I thought that maybe you didnât want that, and I donât want to impose or make you uncomfortable, so I justâŚâ You wiggled your arms helplesslyâŚmaybe you were just overthinking it and he wouldnât have minded it, and now you were making everything awkward and heâd think you were weird⌠âIâm sorry, Iâm sillyâŚâ
Daryl was looking at you with a tiny, half-smile, seeming kind of amused. âCome here.â
You still were feeling rather embarrassed and shy, but Daryl reached out towards you, and so you moved to hug him, wrapping your arms first gingerly around him, then more firmly when you felt his around you. It was warm and comforting, even with the smell of cigarette smoke and motor oil, and it fed the butterflies that Daryl always seemed to make flutter in your stomach. You wished you could have a hug like that at least once a day, it made you feel like the world was kind of better somehowâŚ
âThanksâŚâ You murmured, shy, when you finally made yourself pull back, and Daryl just shrugged, seeming shy too. âWe, uhâŚshould go back to Sam, heâs going to wonder if we got lost.â You chuckled awkwardly.
âYeahâŚbut ya havenât made the cocoa yet,â Daryl pointed, again with that amused, half-smile.
âOhâŚrightâŚâ You were really embarrassing yourself that dayâŚstill, the way Daryl was looking at you helped you to feel more at ease somehow. âOkay, letâs get it ready quick and go back to Sam.â
âYeahâŚâ Daryl nodded before he looked down shyly. âYa, uhâŚwanna have dinner with us and watch somethinâ?â
You were as surprised as you always were when Daryl asked you do something with him, and even more glad. If there was something that could make you feel better and take your mind off your troubles for a while, that was having dinner with Daryl and Sam and watching something with them.
âYes, Daryl, Iâd love that, thank you.â
Daryl didnât say anything else, just nodded with a smile.
*
The next day, you tried your best not to think much about your art activity getting canceled, at how the people who seemed to dislike you that much had really managed to find a way to hurt you, and you tried to ignore it whenever you thought people were talking about you.
At midday, though, you were called to the principalâs, and you didnât think you could deal with more bullshit.
âYes?â You said as you sat down in front of her, already done.
When you looked at the principal, you could feel that she was angry, but she didnât start telling you off, instead, she gave you one of those fake smiles, and you frowned, confused at what was going on.
âHello, Y/NâŚdo you remember I told you that I had to think about what to do about the after-class activities,â she said and you hummed a yes, trying not to let her upset you. âIâve been thinking about it, I think itâs best if we keep it for now.â
âWhat?â You blinked at her, yesterday she was saying that it was canceled, now she wanted to keep it.
âWhat you donât understand, dear,â the principal told you, gritting her teeth.
âYesterday you canceled it, now you say you want to keep itâŚâ You wondered if she was laughing at you.
âYesterday I said that I had think about whatâs best, and I think that for now, weâre keeping it,â the principal said. âNow, leave, I have a lot of work to do.â
You were more than confused, but you didnât know what to say or do, or what to think. Despite her words and her fake smile, you still could feel that the principal was angry, and she seemed to be having a hard time not acting on it, more each passing second, even making you wonder if she wasnât going to go ahead and slap you, so you decided to just leave, puzzled.
âOkayâŚâ
When you walked out of the classroom, you went in search of Naomi, still wondering what had just happened. You found her alone on a table at the school cafeteria, and you sat down next to her.
âYouâre not going to believe thisâŚâ
âYour art activity is back,â Naomi said, and you blinked at herâŚthis day just kept getting weirderâŚmaybe you were dreaming or somethingâŚ
âHow do you know?â
âItâs amazing what you find out when you listen to the gossipâŚturns out some things are not plain bullshit.â Naomi chuckled, but you always tried to ignore the gossip, in case someone talked shit about you and Daryl, knowing that youâd get mad and snap, and theyâd win.
âYeahâŚitâsâŚitâs weirdâŚâ You frowned. âI donât trust itâŚmaybe she wants to make me crazy, say one day that sheâs going to cancel it, then the next that sheâs not, and so onâŚshe looked about to slap me or somethingâŚâ
âNah, thereâs a reason why sheâs pissed and wants your activity back, itâs being quite the talk,â Naomi told you, smiling. âYouâd know it if you hadnât been avoiding the teacherâs room.â
âYeahâŚI didnât want to see anyoneâŚâ You were afraid of them talking to you about your activity getting canceled, and you either snapping or crying. âWhatâs going on?â
âSoâŚit seems that the father of one of the kids of your activity sometimes goes to that garage where your not-boyfriend Daryl works,â she began to explain. âIt seems that he went this morning, and Daryl must have told him that the activity was canceled or something, because that father didnât only phone the principal to complain about it, he also told the news to his friends whose kids are also in your activity, so the principal got more calls from parentsâŚthey were complaining because they didnât want the activity to be canceled and saying that they wanted you to be the teacher in it.â
For a moment, you could just blink, trying to make sense of all that. âParents were complaining because they didnât want the activity to be canceled?â
âThat is.â Naomi nodded. âAnd, they want you to still be the teacher in charge of that activity.â
âSeriously?â You kind of felt like this was a big joke to try and mock you.
âYes, or at least thatâs what they were saying.â Naomi shrugged. âI mean, sure, itâs gossip, might not be trueâŚbut I think it is.â
âOkayâŚokayâŚâ You were still trying to process all the news. âThatâsâŚthatâs goodâŚâ So your activity was back for real, because parents wanted it back, and they wanted you to be the teacher in charge of itâŚ
Then they couldnât hate you, right? Maybe not even dislike youâŚif they were asking for you, then they had to kind of like you, at least as a teacher for their kids? Maybe Darylâd been rightâŚDarylâŚso, heâs been the one to tell that father who then had told others and complained? You wondered if that father had mentioned that itâd been Daryl who had told him, and if thatâd make the principal be even more against DarylâŚyou hoped not.
âYeah, thatâs good.â Naomi grinned. âBut I think those assholes whoâre always giving you shit are going to get worse after thisâŚI mean, a lot of parents complaining, saying that they want your activity and their kids with youâŚthatâs going to sting.â
âI donât care, let them talk their bullshit, they can try to be as mean to me as they can, I donât care anymore.â You shrugged, smiling, as it finally sank in that you were going to keep your activity and that people had spoken up for you. âThey couldnât cancel my activityâŚand the parents donât hate me? Maybe they like me, a bit? As a teacher for their kids, at leastâŚâ
âWhy would they hate you?â Naomi laughed.
âI donât knowâŚeveryone was always soâŚâ You shrugged, not sure of how to explain it. âBut they donâtâŚthe principal has to be so pissedâŚâ It might be mean of you, but you liked it.
âYeah, I bet she wants to rip off your head.â Naomi snorted. âBut she canât do anything or the rage of the parents of your group will fall on her again!â
âYeahâŚyeah, it will!â
*
You couldnât stop smiling for the whole morning, which just seemed to piss off more the coworkers that had tried to go for your art activity and get it canceled, but you enjoyed that tooâŚscrew them.
Late that afternoon, when Daryl arrived to pick up Sam, you grinned at him, almost bouncing with happiness.
âHi!â
âHey...ya look happy,â Daryl told you with half a smile, and as he looked at you, you knew he knew what was going on.
âIâm happy!â
âIâm happy that you are,â little Dixon said while he finished a drawing, and you felt your heart squeezing at his adorableness.
âThanks, sweetheartâŚwhat if we get some hot cocoa before leaving?â You asked and Sam nodded, smiling.
âCome on.â Daryl nodded towards the door, going with you without you having to ask him.
Once at the teacherâs room, you grinned at him, barely containing your excitement. âMy art activity is not canceled!â
âI know.â Daryl nodded, looking at you with a small smile.
âHow?â
âOne of your kids, Tulip, her dad comes sometimes to the garage, delivers us stuff, he came at lunchtime to tell me âbout it,â Daryl explained.
âOhâŚheâs the one you told about the art activity getting canceled?â You asked.
âYa, uhâŚya know thatâŚâ Daryl looked down, biting on his thumbnail.
âYes, I heard,â
âAre ya mad?â Daryl asked, scratching the back of his head and still looking down.
âMad?â You blinked at him. âWhy would I?â
ââCauseâŚuhâŚâcause I told him before ya, without askinâ yaâŚâcause ya didnât want to tell them yetâŚâ Daryl said, fidgeting. âBut, uhâŚhe came in the morninâ to deliver us stuff, and he knows that Samâs in your group with TulipâŚso, uhâŚI thoughtâŚdunnoâŚâ
âIâm not mad, Daryl,â you assured him, reaching out to squeeze his hand, holding it. âHeâs someone you know and Iâd have had to tell him anyway, Iâm not madâŚbesides, it helped me. He called the principal to complain and so did the parents that he told about it, until the principal had to pick my activity backâŚso thank you.â
You smiled at Daryl, but he just shrugged. âI did nothinââŚtheyâd have done that once they knew anyway, once ya told them.â
âMaybeâŚI should have just told them sooner, instead of being a coward about it, right?â You chuckled. âItâd have made everything easierâŚâ Or at least, the matter would have gotten solved even sooner.
âNah, ya werenât a coward, ya just were upset,â Daryl told you. âButâŚtold ya, it wasnât ya who they were gonna be mad at.â
âYesâŚyes, I guess they donât hate me, yeah? Like you saidâŚâ You smiled, and Daryl gave you a small smile too, nodding.
âTold ya, they like yaâŚâ
âI wouldnât say that much butâŚyes, I suppose they like me as their kidâs teacher?â You grinned, and Daryl didnât say anything, but he nodded, still looking at you with that half-smile that made you feel all fluffy. âIâm going to get the cocoa readyâŚto celebrate, Iâm going to put not one but two marshmallows with it,â you half-joked, letting go of Darylâs hand to start with the cocoa, and you heard him chuckling as he watched you.
*
More hugs coming next chapter.
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Preapocalypse. Daryl and Y/N have been friends since they were kids, and now in their early twenties, Y/N works at the bar where the Dixons go every night, where Daryl is about to meet Ima, the cousin of one of the girls who hover around Merle, trying to get something out of his drug-dealing business. She didnât seem to be like them, though, as she starts talking to Daryl, seeming to like him, and despite Y/N trying to warn him that Ima is bad news and trying something, Daryl falls for itâŚbut when heâll find out how Ima truly is, will Y/N be there to mend his heart?
This fic is a collaboration with @ddixons-angel, I wrote  Darylâs side, while she wrote Y/Nâs side.
Pt.1 Pt.2 Pt.3 Pt.4 Pt.5 Pt.6 Pt.7
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Coming next week...
So...itâs my birthday next week, and Iâm bringing back âangst weekâ for it with a series in which Iâve been working with @ddixons-angel Hereâs the summary!
Preapocalypse. Daryl and Y/N have been friends since they were kids, and now in their early twenties, Y/N works at the bar where the Dixons go every night, where Daryl is about to meet Ima, the cousin of one of the girls who hover around Merle, trying to get something out of his drug-dealing business. She didnât seem to be like them, though, as she starts talking to Daryl, seeming to like him, and despite Y/N trying to warn him that Ima is bad news and trying something, Daryl falls for it...but when he'll find out how Ima truly is, will Y/N be there to mend his heart?
Pairing: Â Daryl x oc and eventual Daryl x Reader
Warnings: Drug abuse, angst.
This fic has two versions, one Darylâs side and another Y/Nâs, from their point of view and with scenes together and on their own. Iâll be posting Darylâs version, his pov in third person, to read Y/Nâs version go to @ddixons-angelââ where she will be posting it at the same time as me! Otherwise, the story wonât really make sense!
I know, it doesnât sound like your usual fic, and thereâs an oc, and thereâs angst and heartbreak, but there might be some fluff too, eventually...I really hope that you like the sound of it and that you will give it a chance!
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Awwwww they are so cutee!!
I canât wait to see Samâs reaction and how they explore their relationship â¤ď¸
Oh lord! Is Merle coming back soon? đ
Hot Cocoa Pt.14
Daryl Dixon x Reader
Summary: Â Pre-apocalypse. Â Y/N is an elementary school teacher new to the town, and one of her students is little Dixon, Daryl Dixonâs nephew. Daryl has taken care of him for years, the kidâs mother out of the picture and his father seeming to be in and out of jail all of the time.
In this chapter: Â Daryl and reader have to face their feelings.
You can find the previous chapters and more fics in my Masterlist
You were a bit afraid about how Sam would do once he went back to class the next day, after the fight, and you were ready to stand your ground against any teacher who might want to give him trouble, but to your surprise, everything seemed to go smoother than you had thoughtâŚsure, there were mean comments, but no more than usual, and you wondered if your threat to call the school inspector had really worked after all.
In the afternoon, though, during the art activity, you noticed the kids that usually painted with Sam quietly talking with him about itâŚyou had the feeling that, if it were needed, those kids and their parents would have Samâs back, speak on his favor, even if Daryl wouldnât believe it if you told him, but you couldnât be sure, and so you hoped that there wouldnât be any more trouble.
You had also been a bit afraid for yourself, wondering what the other teachers might think about your behavior the day before, what they might say or do, especially Rachel and the principal, but, to your surprise and relief, they did nothing, whether it was for fear of you contacting the inspector or whether they didnât know what to try against you this time.
There were looks, murmurs, things like that, nothing you werenât used to, but nobody talked to you directly, in fact, everyone seemed to want to avoid you, but you werenât going to complain, no matter that cold feeling all around you unsettled you, but it wasnât like you missed the mean comments, snarky remarks, or the gossip about you with you right there.
The only accident, if you could call it like that, was when you bumped into another teacher, Kate, as you took a turn on a corridor, dropping your folder.
âExcuse me, I wasnât looking,â you told Kate while you bent to pick the folder.
âBe careful, Kate,â Gary said, walking from behind her. âOr sheâll might go tell the inspector that you pushed her and send him for you.â Kate didnât say anything, but they both walked away.
You let out a sighâŚannoying, yes, but still, better than how youâd feared the day might goâŚ
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