Drinking Games

I. Daryl Dixon

Never Have I Ever…

Daryl Dixon never thought he was made to survive a zombie Apocalypse. Hell if he knew that something like that was even possible, but those ugly fairy tales he had been told about as a kid had become true like a real nightmare and there he was, surviving. He had always been a survivor after all. Sometimes, he still dreamed of his father, waking up shivering in sweat. At the end of the day, he had just changed one hell for another.

Never Have I Ever…

Daryl Dixon never met a good man in his entire life. Selfish men, crazy men, junkies, thieves, assholes were all around. Before Rick he never had a friend, never trusted anyone. He never had something he could call family or home either. Sure he had Merle for a while but he never felt needed, never felt useful. Before the prison he never found all those things, but there, even in the middle of that crazy world, he was feeling part of something good for the first time in his life. Now he had lost almost everything he had.

Almost.

Never Have I Ever…

Daryl Dixon never had been hugged. He knew nothing about the warm touch. At least he couldn`t remember any real, honest hug. The one that the little Greene gave him after Zack's death was his first and he would never forget it. She said she wouldn't cry but she was trembling a little when she put her soft arms around him and her head rested on his chest for a second. He felt awkward and flushed like a damn baby wanting to run away but he couldn't move. He thought there was something wrong going on feeling all that weakness at once just for one touch, but Daryl Dixon never had been hugged twice, and the second one was even worse. He couldn't understand how anybody could want to hug him when he was acting like an actual bastard with all the yelling and the blaming, but there she was again. Holding him stronger that second time with those tiny arms, squeezing her body against his back until he allowed himself to let all the shit go out of his lungs. That second time he didn't want to run.

Never Have I Ever…

Daryl Dixon never had been breathless because of a feeling. Women were all the same for him since he was a teenager and Merle decided he was ready for sex with random girls here and there. He didn't know anything about love or being loved. He wasn't even interested.

Don't you think that's beautiful?

Damn the girl was beautiful. She smiled at him. She wanted to hold his hand. She thought he was a good person even when he wanted to keep distance with her and acted like a jackass with the whole getting drunk thing. She was weak but she was stronger than him somehow. She listened to him and helped him to burn away his demons. She was giving him hope. That was more than anyone had ever done for Daryl Dixon, who had never asked for anything before. Now he was asking her to sing him a song and, suddenly, her voice made the night a little less dark outside.

Never Have I Ever…

Daryl Dixon never felt grateful before, but inside those clean walls with her by his side, the end of the world didn't seem so bad. Maybe she was right. Maybe some kind of happiness was possible, even if it was meant to last only one second, so he just said it.

Maybe we stick around for a while.

He was tired of running; he was tired of losing people. Maybe it was like she said and Rick or Carol or Michonne or Maggie were still out there alive. Fine, he will go find them if that's what she wanted, because he did want it too. But she had to rest that ankle first and be safe in between and that place was perfect for it. They could make it work with the owners of the house when they came back. And if none of that was possible, they will be alright either way. If they were the last ones standing they will hold out until the world burst into blood.

We could stay.

She was smiling at him again and she was shining like the damn moon.

Never Have I Ever…

Daryl Dixon never had faith before. Now he was praying to a stranger god with his body aching, exhausted to dead. In the middle of that road to nowhere he was praying for her to be alive. He was praying to find her.

Please

Words running in his head like a mantra.

Beth