2020!!!!
I hope you all had a good night. I stayed home because anxity sucks, but still managed to get drunk by myself lol, how was your New Years?? Let me know in the comments!!

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Well, here's another imagine... two in one week... who am I?

"How long till someone finds us and takes all our fucking booze?" You asked

"Not long, I am a mother. Coco will start crying, Eugene will freak the fuck out, and I am sure everyone is looking for you. You seem always to be needed." She said as she took another large sip of moonshine.

"What's with that!" You shout, "Darly is the one who basically runs this place, and yet, I seem to be more needed than him. "

"Well, you are the smartest person most of us have ever met. People trust you, and new people come to you because of your last name. They hear Dixon, and they know your someone that has importance. You also seem to be much more approachable than Daryl." She said

"You don't shut up when your drunk. And I SEEM more approachable than Daryl." You laughed

"You laugh when your drunk, like you laugh a lot. I think maybe we should get back to the house. I need this time off, but I also am really worried about Coco, because what if Eugene thought he could handle it and now she is playing with matches or pulling satellites apart -"

"You're doing it again."

"What?"

"Uncontrollably talking, Coco is fine."

You stand to your feet, and instantly grab hold of the nearest furniture piece. You realize just how much you have actually drank and how long you have been sitting. You stumbled and laughed, but ended up catching your balance on the chair before hitting the floor.

"Ya drunk," Rosita whispers.

You laughed a little harder than released your grasp and fell onto the floor. You sat beside the chair and allowed the alcholol to take over. You allowed your self to be human again and laugh, laugh with a friend.

You drank more, you had long conversations, and you never got up off the floor. You lay there until the night got darker, and the laughs got quicker. You were drowning yourself in booze, forcing your mind to forget about everything that had really been going on.

Your world was racing, buzzing, fading. You allowed yourself to drown, to fall asleep. You allowed yourself to breathe, to stop holding your breath, even if it was only for a moment.

The birds were chirping, the sunlight shining through the windows. For a moment, you had forgotten about everything. This felt normal; this felt like the way things used to be. The reminder came with back when nausea and pounding headache set in.

"Aw fuck," You whispered, leaning over the bed and holding your head in your hands.

"How ya feeling?" Daryl asked, standing in the doorway of your shared bedroom.

"like shit, how did I get here?"

"I came and got ya, found you, and Rosita passed out on the fuckin floor." He spoke as he sat next to you on the bed.

"Sounds about right."

"Y/N, you wanna talk bout it?" He asked, placing his right hand on your left shoulder.

"There isn't much to talk about?"

"You watched em kill your brother. Think that's a lot to talk about."

"I don't want to talk about it right now. I didn't want to talk about last night or think about it. I - I know it wasn't the best thing to do-"

"Did you feel better?"

"I didn't feel anything, so I guess." You whispered, playing with the strings on the end of your blanket.

"Then it wasn't the wrong thing to do." He said, standing up off the bed.

You looked up at him and gave a small smile, one so small that everyone, except Daryl, wouldn't have seen."

"I'll tell them your busy today. Just rest it off."

"Thanks." You said laying back onto the bed

"Yeah. Hey," He said as he walked back into the room for a quick moment.

"Yeah?" You asked, turning over to face him.

"I love ya." He smiled, a smile big enough for anyone to see.

"I promise I love you more."

"Yeah, your probably still drunk."

"Probably." You smiled

"I'll check on ya later." He waved as he walked out of the room.

You waited for the door to shut before you closed your eyes and fell back asleep. The birds still chirping, and the sunlight still shining through. You smiled to yourself, maybe even drunk, or perhaps you were learning how to be happy again. 

I hope you all love this imagine! let me know if you liked it down in the comments