AN: So, I asked my massive (so tiny and amazing) tumblr following to send me quotes and I'd make little stories about these two based off them. Most likely all titles will come from whatever song I'm listening to while working. If you guys wanna send some on here that'd be great too.

So without further ado

"Can't the flame

Come up to the moth for a change

And darling if it's all the same to you

I'll have you to myself

I'm joining the dots." ~Arctic Monkeys

#1: "Love Is Dangerous"

Daryl watched her go, his eyes roaming her lithe form as she walked further away from him onto the dance floor with Rick.

Daryl had decided from day one that he'd never tell her. That when those feelings blossomed in his heart he'd keep them under lock and key. He'd rather live in silence than face the rejection and avoidance that was sure to follow. Because once he said it, it was out there; open for everyone to witness and gape at.

And it was obvious her feelings lingered elsewhere.

Daryl downed another beer as he watched Rick twirl her slim form on the dance floor. A fire starting to burn in his stomach at every lingering touch, every small smile that graced her lips, every moment the two locked eyes on each other. He could feel an ugly green monster creeping up on him slowly. Everything is starting to hurt and he can't understand why.

His mind slowly traveled back to a forgotten time to a place he hopes he would never remember.

The little Dixon watches as his mother nurtured a black eye and a bloodied lip. He had heard the yelling and screaming no matter how hard he pressed his little hands on his ears. The sounds of the constant blows reverberated inside of his head. When the sounds stopped he turned to his brother for help, but the older Dixon just slept soundly in his bed.

Red rimmed green eyes lock with the small blue frightened ones in the bathroom mirror.

She turns to her son, her lower lip trembling and her arms wide. Daryl rushes over to his mother and embraces her crying softly in her arms. She tries to calm his flow of tears, rubbing his back.

"Shhh baby, shhh" she whispered while smoothing his hair down.

Daryl whimpered softly, "Ma.. Why Pa hurt yew?"

His mother just kissed his head, tears silently flowing down her cheeks. "Sometimes Papa gets mad."

"Doesn't he love yew?" Daryl mumbled into her hair.

"Oh baby," she whispered kissing his head, "Of course he does...but love is dangerous."

"Why?" He questioned. On all the shows and in school people had portrayed love as this beautiful concept. This greatly desired idea that every person wanted.

His mother stifled the sob clawing at her throat and hugged him tighter. "Because it hurts baby.." she pushed out before crying softly with her son.

Daryl could only hug her tighter believing that there wasn't anything he could do to help her.

Daryl stared down at his empty beer, hating that he couldn't be the same way. He turned to the bartender signalling for another one.

The man looked sympathetic at him before sliding another beer in his direction.

Andrea bounded over her smile falling slowly after noticing how many her friend had consumed.

"You alright, Dixon."

Daryl nodded not bothering to look up from his drink. He didn't want to be bothered by anyone, especially Andrea. Especially since he knew that Andrea knew exactly what he felt for the dark beauty.

"You know, you could just go talk to her."

Daryl sighed heavily before running his hand down his face. He was tired of doing the same dance with blondie. He didn't understand why she didn't see what was blatantly obvious. "Fuck off Andrea."

Andrea rolls her eyes. She had been watching Daryl stew in his own misery for the past couple of weeks at the sight of Rick and Michonne.

At first she didn't understand his problem, Rick and Michonne had been friends for ages. They all had been. But then something changed and Daryl became extremely distant to all of them, especially the two in question. It took Andrea a second to understand what was going on, her other two friends, however, seemed to be oblivious.

It pained her to see Daryl being this way because not only was he hurting himself, he was hurting Michonne too. She snorted and shook her head. "I'm not going to fuck off. I'm trying to help."

"I ain't ask fer yer help." he mumbled grabbing his beer and sauntering off, disappearing in the crowd.

Andrea watched him disappear blowing some hair out of her face. That boy was a pain in her ass sometimes. She looked over to her two friends and sighed as they walked over, she'd have to be the bearer of bad news.

Rick eyes twinkled when they landed on Andrea. "Hey!" he exclaimed as he pulled her into a tight embrace.

"We were worried you wouldn't make it."

Andrea grinned slipping her arms around his waist. "Wouldn't miss it!"

Rick grinned before moving closer to the bar signalling the bartender over.

Michonne smirked at Andrea, "Sorry for stealing your date." she joked, poking fun at the two who danced around each other.

Andrea smiled weakly, "It's not me you have to worry about."

Michonne's eyebrows furrowed in confusion before she noticed that the fourth was no longer at the bar. "Where's Daryl?"

Andrea shook her head, "He's wandered off again."

If Michonne was bothered by the news her face didn't give it away. But Andrea knew her sister better than anyone. She knew that Daryl's increasing distance was taking a toll on her. She watched as her eyes glazed over with hurt for a second before that wall sprang up again.

"Meesh..."

Michonne waved it off. She didn't know what was going on with that man. Lately, he had been cold and distant when they all got together. It was even worst when she came by his and Rick's apartment. Rick had told her not to worry at first, that Daryl was just freaking out over Merle getting released.

But Merle had been released two weeks ago and the brothers seem to be getting along fine, things between them seemed to be fine. But Daryl's behavior toward them seemed to be getting worst.

"It's fine."

"No." Andrea exclaimed firmly, " It's not fine. Daryl is seriousl-"

"Alright ladies," Rick interrupts holding drinks for them. "I got your favorites." The women take their drinks smiling softly at Rick.

Michonne sighs heavily before taking a big swig of the drink. Rick cocked an eyebrow at her before looking to Andrea for answers.

Andrea's face hardened and she grabbed the drink from Michonne narrowing her eyes daring the beauty to protest. "Daryl's drunk enough. I don't need you drunk too when you go talk to him."

"Me?!" Michonne exclaims, her own eyes narrowing. "Why me?!"

"Because you two are as dumb as me and Rick."

Rick arched an eyebrow at the statement before a red tint settled into his cheeks and neck.

Michonne's hard gaze faltered and her eyes widened. "What?"

Andrea rolled her eyes and makes a gesture with her eyes moving back and forth between Rick and Michonne.

Michonne looks confused for a minute before it dawns on her. "Are you.." she starts her nose crinkling up in frustration. "Are you serious."

Andrea grins, " I noticed three weeks ago...especially after you told me about his little attitude when you invited Rick to you guy's lunch."

Michonne opened her mouth to speak but Rick cut in.

"Daryl likes Michonne?"

Andrea nods her head stifling a giggle, "You two are clueless."

Rick groaned, kicking himself for not realizing sooner. The distance, the attitude, the excessive drinking..all the signs were there screaming at him but he chose to ignore it. He thought Daryl was dealing with some demons and wanted to give his brother time and space to mull things over. But this whole time Daryl had seen him as competition vying for Michonne's affection. And if Daryl felt something toward Michonne, he knew it superseded "like".

And he knows Daryl, knows him better than anyone. He knows that Daryl would completely deny himself of the things he wants. He knows that Daryl believes that he's a lot more undeserving of things. And he knows that Daryl is completely loyal to him and would never try to do anything to hurt him.

Rick wanted to kick himself a million times over.

Michonne looked like she was trying to process it all before shaking her head. " I'll be back." she mumbled before walking off.

Andrea shook her head watching her sister leave. She turns to Rick and smile.

"So.." He begins stepping closer to her, "As dumb as us?"

Andrea blushed at the close proximity. "You bet."

Daryl punched the wall again, not caring about the pain shooting up his arm. That pain was nothing compared to the knot wrapped onto his heart. He knew he had no one to blame for his heartache because it was his own fault but that didn't mean it hurt any less.

He had tried to brush things off. Let go of the soft smiles and shared jokes between the two but fuck! It was like they were purposefully throwing it in his face that they wanted each other.

Pain races through his arm again as his fist connect to the wall, he hears a slight crunch. He leans his forehead against the wall as his vision blurs.

He's known forever how dangerous love could be. He knew that it acted like any disease, slowly slipping into your system and killing you gradually. Just like his mother.

And that's exactly why he promised himself he wouldn't fall.

Too bad he did.

~Fin