The Walking Dead Imagines

You're A Peach

"Well, this is me," you said, gesturing to the house, "See you around, Spencer."

"Maybe I could help you out in the kitchen," Spencer said before you could even take two steps towards the house, "I always help my mom out when she cooks. Well, I used to before the world went to shit."

"Right," you mumbled, "Thank you for the offer, Spencer but I'm totally fine cooking by myself. It relaxes me."

"Are you sure?" Spencer said.

The front door opened and Daryl stepped out, his brows lowered as he stared Spencer down, "What's goin' on out here?"

Spencer took a step away from you, "Just wanted to see if Y/N would need any help in the kitchen."

"She don't need your help," Daryl snapped, "I think you should be headin' home now. I can help Y/N from here."

You fought the urge to smile triumphantly as Spencer walked away with his tail between his legs. You hurried into the house, setting your basket of items down on the kitchen counter as Daryl shut the door and followed you into the kitchen.

"You know you don't have to actually help me," you said with a warm smile, "That was just to get Spencer to leave, right?"

"Yeah but I figure might as well," Daryl said, "Make it believable. I get that cooking 'relaxes you' and all that but I don't mind...I dunno...cuttin' up stuff or something."

You looked through the basket, your lips pursed in thought. It warmed your heart that Daryl was actually willing to help her and it just made it that much more difficult to even attempt to get over him and move on.

"Let's see, nothing to really cut," you mumbled, "But, there's plenty of other stuff to help me with. Much more exciting than cutting."

It was so fun spending this time with Daryl. He liked to act as if he didn't care but he seemed so interested in what you were doing and looked like he was really listening when you walked him through everything. He even helped you serve everyone once dinner was ready. At this point, you could never look at anyone else the same way. Every time you considered moving on, he just dragged you back in.

Spencer pretty much avoided you whenever Daryl was within earshot. When you were alone though, he pestered you every single time. After a while, Spencer started making you really nervous. Your continued rejection started somewhat annoying him, though he still smiled through gritted teeth. And it wasn't exactly easy to avoid him. The community was small, surrounded by gates. And he knew where you lived.

"You're sure you don't need my help on this run?" you said, "I know I'm not much of a tracker but I could always learn, right? You could teach me."

"Maybe I'll teach you some other time," Daryl said, "I won't be gone more than two days, Y/N. Why're you worrying?"

"It's just...Spencer leaves me alone whenever you're around," you murmured, "I'd like to be away from him."

"He put his hands on ya?" Daryl said, instantly tensing up like he was ready to start throwing punches. You were hesitant to answer as it felt that even a no wouldn't make a difference, "Y/N! Did he?!"

"No!" you retorted, "He's just getting...impatient I guess you could say."

Daryl sighed as his body loosened, "Look, I'll be back in two days, alright? Try not to leave the house too much. I'll tell Rick and the others to keep an eye on you while I'm gone."

"I didn't know you cared so much," you said, your cheeks burning red. Seeing Daryl's protective side was nice even if it was just him being a friend.