Memories Seep (Daryl Dixon | G)
Title: Memories Seep
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Daryl Dixon, (hints of Daryl/Andrea)
Warnings/Notes: spoilers for end of Season 2
A/N: This was original posted on tumblr in response to a gif set. I've included the two gifs behind the cut.
Summary: Daryl finds himself thinking about her more and more as the days wear on.
Daryl finds himself thinking about her more and more as the days wear on.
Andrea.
She comes into his head like a ghost, and he can hear her voice, see her smile so clearly it staggers him. She’ll be there alive and real, not the faded image he tries to keep locked up in the back of his fucked up head. In that instant, he feels her absence like an open wound.
It’s like getting off his bike and realizing Andrea’s not there all over again.
Daryl has to pull himself together. He has to fight to push back everything so he doesn’t lash out - at Rick, at Carol, and at himself for not going back for Andrea.
He bites at his hand and tries to breath. There isn’t time often for much more.
Then Daryl has to push through it, move on. Rick needs him. Carol needs him. The group needs him.
They need his crossbow, his muscle, and his hunting skill.
Daryl tells himself; as he locks her image, her smile, her voice back up in his head, that they need him more than she would.
It never tastes less like a lie.
Rating: G
Pairing/Characters: Daryl Dixon, (hints of Daryl/Andrea)
Warnings/Notes: spoilers for end of Season 2
A/N: This was original posted on tumblr in response to a gif set. I've included the two gifs behind the cut.
Summary: Daryl finds himself thinking about her more and more as the days wear on.
Daryl finds himself thinking about her more and more as the days wear on.
Andrea.
She comes into his head like a ghost, and he can hear her voice, see her smile so clearly it staggers him. She’ll be there alive and real, not the faded image he tries to keep locked up in the back of his fucked up head. In that instant, he feels her absence like an open wound.
It’s like getting off his bike and realizing Andrea’s not there all over again.
Daryl has to pull himself together. He has to fight to push back everything so he doesn’t lash out - at Rick, at Carol, and at himself for not going back for Andrea.
He bites at his hand and tries to breath. There isn’t time often for much more.
Then Daryl has to push through it, move on. Rick needs him. Carol needs him. The group needs him.
They need his crossbow, his muscle, and his hunting skill.
Daryl tells himself; as he locks her image, her smile, her voice back up in his head, that they need him more than she would.
It never tastes less like a lie.