Daryl Dixon One Shots

No Spencer!

"Y/N!" Spencer waved from his patio.
"Oh! Hey Spencer," I stopped, "You okay?"
"I was wondering if you would go on a date with me?" He asked.
"Sorry. I'm not really up to that," I decided to keep walking.
"Come on!" Spencer tried to get my attention again.
I just ignored him. But then I heard his footsteps behind me.
"One date," He continued.
"No Spencer," I shook my head
"Seriously! I know you will enjoy it," He walked along side me.
"Seriously!" I mimicked him, "I know I wont. I barely know you. I'm not going on a date with you."
"You taken or something?" Spencer asked.
"Thats none of your business," I shook my head.
"You're not giving me a clear answer," Spencer grabbed my wrists and pulled me closer to him.
"Stop!" I yelled.
"No! You stop ignoring me," Spencers grip on my wrists tightened which really hurt.
"No! Means! No!" I yelled.
"Get off her," I heard a voice behind Spencer.
I looked round him to see Daryl holding his crossbow firmly in his hand ready to fire if he needed to.
Spencer slowly let go and then I swung my leg against his making him fall to the ground.
"Fuck you," I flipped him off and walked over to Daryl.
Daryl embraced me in a warm hug and took me into his house.
"I'm sorry I didn't see what was going on earlier," Daryl sat on the sofa and I sat next to him with my head on his shoulder.
"Its okay. Thank you for stopping him," I smiled.