Daryl Dixon - Food Fight

                                    

                                          
•Daryl and Amy(OC) get into an argument during dinner, which leads to a food fight. 
•No smut.
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"Why do you always have to be such a moody bitch," Daryl grumbled before shoving another fork full of mashed potatoes into his mouth. 
"Excuse me?" Amy asked as she held a forkful of food just an inch from her mouth. 
Daryl scoffed, "you're excused," he spat viciously.
Amy scoffed, slamming her fork onto the plate. "Seriously? You're calling me a bitch, when you're constantly acting like you're on your man, period," she shouted back in anger.
Daryl followed her lead and slammed his fork down on his plate. "Insane you are, girl," he said as he shook his head before taking a swig of his beer. 
"Oh that's it. Drink your problems away like Merle does. You going to start on the drugs again, too?" Amy snapped, only slightly regretting dragging up his dark past.
"Why do you always have to bring Merle into this?" He asked in annoyance. 
"Because if you haven't noticed, it's Merle that caused this bullshit," she snapped. 
Daryl let out a huff. "We went out for a few drinks. No crime against it!" He shouted, getting more and more annoyed with the situation. 
"I never said there was, but I was waiting for you to return from work. I was worried; you never called, didn't bother to text and didn't turn up until the next morning and even then, you stunk off a brewery!" 
Maybe she was being slightly dramatic, but how was it okay for him to be out all hours and not even let her know he was safe? She was worried sick.
He scoffed. "Just having fun," he mumbled. Daryl knew he should've called, but recently, all they had done was argue, and he just wanted some time to let loose.
"Were you, though? Did you even want to go, or did Merle make you?" She asked, folding her arms. 
"Didn't make me do shit." He muttered. 
She laughed. "Oh, that's right, you just follow him like a little sheep."
"That's it." He said as he slammed his fist down on the table, hitting his fork that still had mashed potatoes on. 
He could have sworn everything went in slow motion as the mashed potatoes flew up into the air and toward his girlfriend's face. 
Amy gasped as the mashed potatoes landed in his fiery red hair and fell down her face. 
"I am so sorry, I didn't mean-" Daryl's apology was cut off when she picked up a hand full of potatoes from her plate and threw it directly at his face.
"What the hell did you do that for?" He exclaimed as he wiped the food off his face. 
He looked up at her, her face bright red as she fought off her hysterical laughter. 
Eventually, it became too much, and the couple burst into a fit of giggles. 
Amy walked to the kitchen counter, which had their deserts plated upon. 
"Hey baby, fancy some cake?" Amy asked as she took a slice of the cake that was on the kitchen counter. 
"No, don't you dare-" 
She threw the cake directly at him, hitting his chest. 
He scowled at her before taking the remaining cake that was stuck to him and throwing it back. 
He approached her and grabbed her hands, stopping her from throwing anything else. 
"Stop." He ordered as he tried to keep a straight face. 
She giggled. "Want to make it up to me?" 
"What? Not returning home last night?" He asked. 
She nodded.
"Alright, how do I make it up to you?" He asked. 
"You can clean all this mess up while I wash." She smirked. 
"Hell no. I ain't no maid." He grumbled. 
"Funny you should say that." She said as she disappeared to the bedroom. 
"You should wear this." She said as she handed him a maid's costume. 
"No way!" He shook his head. 
"If you don't get it dirty, I'll wear it for you." She smirked before walking away and into the bathroom, leaving Daryl to stare at the outfit. 
When Amy entered the kitchen after her shower, she hadn't expected to actually see Daryl dressed in the maid's outfit as he scrubbed the dishes on the sink. He still had blobs of mashed potato on his face and stuck in his stubble. 
She burst out laughing as he turned his head to look at her. 
"I didn't think you would really wear it." She said between giggles. 
He shrugged. "Doesn't cover much." He said as he turned around, revealing his front. 
She squealed and turned away. 
"Nothing you haven't seen before." He chuckled. 
"I should be worried. You're enjoying this too much." She chuckled. 
"I'll get my payback, sweetheart." He grinned. 
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No words. 
Now I really want to see Norman in a maid's outfit. 
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