daryl-dixon-daydreams: Words: 4,657 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the
daryl-dixon-daydreams: Words: 4,657 Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader Reader pronouns: she/her Era: the quarry Warnings: descriptions of blood and gore, violence, death, strong language, Merle being an abusive and manipulative douche, you know, the usual… Summary: Something gets in the way as Daryl and Y/N begin to grow closer. A/N: This is part of a new miniseries! WOOOO!A/N: The patron and requester for this fic is the lovely goddess @winchestershiresauce so thank her for her amazing generosity! Your name: submit What is this? Daryl’s fingers suddenly were light on your elbow and you startled a little at the sensation, your concentration breaking and the string releasing from your fingertips, landing the arrow way off target. It hit the ground and skittered and tumbled to a stop in the edge of the brush. “Shit,” you murmured, looking over at him. One corner of his mouth twitched up. “Sorry. That may’ve been my fault,” he drawled. “I was just tryin’ to put yer elbow down. Ya want it at the same level with yer cheek, not up high,” he explained. Daryl was teaching you how to use a recently scavenged recurve bow. It was a good excuse to spend more time with him away from camp and away from the others. He strode over to where your arrow had stopped and grabbed it, returning to your side and handing it back to you. “Try again.” He cleared his throat nervously. “Don’t distract me this time,” you scolded him with a smile. He leaned against the nearest tree trunk. “I’ll try not to.” Keep reading -- source link