Daryl Dixon X Reader: Walking Drunk

(Season 2)

Your one visit into town had dire consequences.
You'd found three bottles of wine. In a brash decision, you'd hidden them in your backpack and collected some supplies others needed before heading back to the farm.

The wine had been stored in your tent for a good few days. This fact alone had surprised you, but you'd been sleeping a lot, and you'd been quite busy helping with other odds and ends around the farm.
Now, though, you had free time. And you were bored.
Now, you decided, it was a good time to shake things up around the farm.
You opened the first bottle...

~~~Several bottles later~~~

"Mom, what's wrong with (Y/n)?" Carl prodded Lori's shoulder as she, Carol, Dale, Shane and Rick turned to watch you half-stumble across the open space in front of the farmhouse.
"Is she...?" Carol began.
"Carl, get inside." Lori urged him back as he pulled out his gun, aiming it at you as Carol and Dale retreated behind Rick and Shane.
"Dammit." Rick cursed. "Lori, stay here with Carl."
"Is she a Walker?" Shane narrowed his eyes, not so sure of their instant assumptions.
"Look at her-"
"No, Rick, listen to her." Dale warned.
Everyone paused, listening carefully to the sounds you made.

"Do you hear the drums?!" You threw your hands up, spinning in a complete circle. "I hear them! Listen!"

"She's delirious." Rick decided.
"Or drunk." Shane added.
"Or a new species of Walker that can talk." Carl appeared behind them both.
"Carl, don't joke about that." Lori pulled him back, frowning at him.
"Someone needs to keep an eye on her in case she wonders outside the farm." Dale - the ever present voice of humanity - said matter-of-factly.
"Would that be so bad?" Shane mumbled under his breath, earning a disapproving glance from Rick.
"Dale, can you tell Andrea not to shoot (Y/n)?" Rick turned to him seriously, and Dale nodded, quickly going to the RV to warn Andrea of slurry people who weren't Walkers.
"Maybe it would be safer for her in the house." Carol said quietly, taken aback at how much you looked like a Walker from a distance.
"I don't think Hershel would appreciate that. Next."
"I ain't watching her." Shane folded his arms.
"Next."
"I don't want her around Carl." Lori frowned at the distant you.
"I suppose we could lock her in the RV or a tent until she's sober." Rick tried. "Maybe keep someone with her to make sure she doesn't do anything stupid."
Silence filled the camp.

Daryl walked past, on his way to offer two rabbits for dinner.

"Hey Daryl?" Rick turned to him confidently as Shane smirked just out of sight.
"What?" He frowned, throwing the rabbits down at the foot of the campfire.
He hated people smiling at him at the best of times.

~~~

"Watch out Daryl!" You squealed as you ran down the RV, crashing into the back wall. "They're coming!"
He'd gotten used to this rambling now, which was saying something. This was a painful torture, and he desperately hoped you'd sober up soon; something which you showed no signs of doing.
You'd just drawn talky marks all over yourself with a permanent marker.
"Oh my stars, do you see that?!" You pointed to the air freshener hanging at the front of the RV, running forwards continuing to point.
"What?" He murmured.
"Don't take your eyes off it, don't blink!" You stepped back slowly, eyes wide as you shook your head.
He sighed heavily.
Wait...when did you draw all those tally marks up his arm?
"THERE'S A CRACK!" You screamed, pointing to the ceiling. "DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!"
"You've cracked?" He smirked to himself.
"The universe is BROKEN!" You spun around, falling over along the RV floor as you proceeded to stay there for precisely 42 seconds.
You jumped up, diminishing any hope Daryl had that you'd knocked yourself out. Again.
"What DOES the fox say?!" You wailed.
"Wha...?"
"Do you know?" You looked momentarily sane before reaching out to grab his shirt to emphasise your point, but he swiftly swerved out of your reach as you bashed your nose on the table.
"Ow..." You stood up slowly, and Daryl huffed. You'd gotten another nosebleed. With that much alcohol in your system, he knew that if the nosebleed wasn't stopped, you could bleed out because of how thinned out your blood was.
He got a large portion of tissue, cracking his knuckles before standing up and stepping towards you slowly.
"Stay still (Y/n)." He hoped you'd obey in your half-insane state.
"Nooope!" You tried to run backwards down the RV, falling back as Daryl pounced on you and grabbed your nose, holding it shut to stop the bleeding as he forced you to stay still.
"Gn...gnet offfffff." You hissed.
"Stay...still..." He rested his full weight on you to stop you moving. It worked, but succeeded in something else too.
"Hey Daryl~" Your eyes softened. His eyes widened.
"Oh hell no." He scrambled backwards but got caught in your grasp, unable to stand up as you clung onto him tightly. "What's wrong with you bitch?!"
She's drunk.
He slapped his mental voice.
"Dargyhnnllll..." You were pretty hard to understand as he held your nose again, somewhat reluctantly. "Are ygnou afwawd of me?"
"I ain't afraid of you, jus' what you're thinking of doing." He kept the pressure on your nose, grunting as he tried to keep your arms pinned beneath him.
"I cnan't breev-" You tried shaking your head side to side, but Daryl wouldn't let go of your nose.
"I'm tryna help you."
"Mneeeh." You tried kicking your feet at him, but found he'd already made sure you couldn't do so.
You huffed loudly as Daryl checked to see if your nose had stopped bleeding yet, holding your face and turning it side to side as he waited.
It didn't take him very long to retreat, letting you loose once again.
"Don't do anythin' stupid." He slouched back in the chair, looking out of the window to pass the time.
"You know I'm not even a little bit stupid." You wobbled to your feet, falling backwards again quite quickly.
You didn't move.
"Finally." He muttered, kicking lightly at your foot.

He walked out of the RV with you slung over his shoulder, nodding up at Dale as he headed towards your tent.
"Is she okay?" Dale called down, eyebrows knitted in concern.
"Knocked herself out. She'll be fine in the mornin'."
"Is it wise to leave her that far out from the main camp? What if a Walker comes in the night and-"
"Who said anythin' about leavin' her?"
"What, so...you're gonna watch her?"
"Ain't nobody else who's gonna do it." He shrugged, walking off again to where you'd set up.

~~~

"Ohhhhh." You sat up slowly, the sun streaming in through the thin cover of the tent as your eyes burned like the fire in your head. You looked at the tally marks all over your skin, unable to properly focus on what you were looking at.
"She breathes." You could just discern Daryl's voice from the entrance to the tent, and it was so very very loud to you right now.
"Oww..." You shut your eyes, tentatively placing a hand on the back of your head, wincing involuntarily at the pain.
"Watch what you drink next time." Daryl said somewhat helpfully before standing up, stretching as he scanned the area instinctively.
"Watch what you drink next time." You mimicked, pulling a face when he wasn't looking.
"What did you just say?"
Gulp.
"You mimicking me?"
"Wouldn't dream of it." Yawning, you ignored the look he gave you.
"Damn right." He stood up again, walking off back to his area away from the camp.
Now to get the marker pen off...