Daryl Dixon

Daryl Dixon, the bad boy in your school. What to say about him? Well, he drinks, always skips classes most of time and doesn't really care for anyone. But who knew that in freshmen year, in his math class, he would immediately catch feelings for you. It was a surprised, even to himself, since he never had caught feelings, never had and never will.. well that's what he thought till his gaze fell upon you across the class, seeing you chat and laugh with your group table. You were.. wonderful, kind, sweet. Something that Daryl would never thought that you were his type..

And now it's senior year. The last year of being stuck in this endless loop till it ends. But his crush- well his love for you? It never ended, and even though throughout the highschool years of pushing this silly little crush away. His feelings were basically bashing his head, every moment he couldn't stop thinking about you. You had to be his.. but how? During those times, he had sent you letters, and notes- Just leaving them in your locker or in your bag somehow. The letters you read always gave you a chill down your spine. You thought about reporting to the police, but you just assumed that it was just a prank.. but was it really a prank?

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Well you had your answer the next day, or should I say night. You just came home from your part time job, already stressed of homework you had to deal with. You just decided to take a nap, as you lay in bed, in the dark- Daryl was outside of your window, staying still in the shadows as he took pictures of you. Thinking you were asleep.. his heart was pounding against his ribs. His hands shaky, he was just so fond of you. The way you sleep. The way you were breathing in your sleep was wonderful for him to see.

But little did he know, there was a mirror across the room, you were looking at the reflection to see what Daryl was doing. You were shocked, your heart beating in fear. He seemed so distracted, taking pictures of you..

He just loves you...