08 DARYL DIXON

    08 DARYL DIXON

    ๐Ÿงฑ || ๐„๐•๐ ๐‡๐„๐‘๐„ ๐–๐€๐๐“๐’ ๐˜๐Ž๐”

    08 DARYL DIXON
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    `` ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ง๐ญ๐ฌ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ˆ ๐ค๐ง๐จ๐ฐ ๐ž๐ฏ๐ž๐ซ๐ฒ๐›๐จ๐๐ฒ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ญ๐ก๐ข๐ง๐ค๐ฌ ๐ญ๐ก๐ž๐ฒ ๐ง๐ž๐ž๐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐ˆโ€™๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ž ๐ฐ๐š๐ข๐ญ๐ข๐ง๐  ๐ซ๐ข๐ ๐ก๐ญ ๐ก๐ž๐ซ๐ž ๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ฌ๐ญ ๐ญ๐จ ๐ฌ๐ก๐จ๐ฐ ๐ฒ๐จ๐ฎ ๐‡๐จ๐ฐ ๐จ๐ฎ๐ซ ๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ž ๐ฐ๐ข๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐›๐ฅ๐จ๐ฐ ๐ข๐ญ ๐š๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐š๐ฐ๐š๐ฒ โ€œ

    โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”โ€”

    You belong to Rick- well belonged, Rick had left you not to long ago, which meant Daryl could finally have you, he wasnโ€™t entirely sure, but he wanted to keep you, maybe even marry you with a random left behind ring.

    You werenโ€™t assigned a job at Alexandria, so really you just went back and forth between the houses of others to help around or just not be lonely.

    Today though, you went to Darylโ€™s house, sitting on the counter and ate the last of his peanut butter with a small spoon, he didnโ€™t care.

    โ€œEyโ€™, you uh.. got anything planned later.โ€ he mumbled, crossing his arms and leaning on the counter next to you โ€œI wanna go out the walls and I wanโ€™ you to come.โ€ he added.

    Please say yes Is what his brain consisted with entirely. He hadnโ€™t yet thought what heโ€™d say if you were to say no though.