So I decided to start this. I wasn't even supposed to, cause my other story was supposed to be what this is going to be but I got carried away, so I decided to leave that other one like it was, while still working on it and make this one. Some chappies will be longer than others, of course. I hope they don't get too short like this one, but to start off is rather ok. It's super late here and it was something at the last minute, so I'm sorry for that.
Those of you who don't read my other story, the OC's Name is Alyson, but Daryl usually calls her by her second name which is Fey.
Nwayz hope you enjoy this little shorty chappie for the time being. Happy Reading and don't forget to R&R
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"Did you know that you look awfully cute when you glare at things" Alyson said, looking up at him and waiting for his reaction to her words. Taken slightly aback he turned to her and glared, wondering about what she was talking about. "Yep! Too cute for words" She giggled and he glared at her even harder. "Daryl! Stop! Unless you want me to hold onto you like the big teddy bear you are" He scoffed at her words, he knew at that point she was teasing him. "Looks like you've finally lost it, Fey" He said as he grabbed his crossbow, a little annoyed that she was treating him like a big baby. Alyson smiled. She knew he had a little temper and very little tolerance, especially when she would tease him. It was not like she was lying anyways, she did think he looked cute when he glared, sometimes even sexy, but she would keep that for another day. I was the small things he did she liked. The way he would bite his thumb, the way he walked, his sexy accent, the way he looked when he was holding his crossbow, ready to attack. It was the things that could be over looked, that she didn't miss. "I'll stop now Dare. I don't want you glaring me to death" She winked at him as she walked past the man. He simply rolled his eyes and kept on moving in the direction she went. Alyson was going to be his death, he knew.