A/N: This is one of the tumblr drabbles. bsparrow sent me this prompt - "Their relationship from the POV of one of the other characters." This wasn't entirely what I think she was asking me for, but I got into a kid kick thanks to littleshelly0619. So, here you go.
Daryl turned and looked out to see one of the midgets, as he secretly called them, standing behind him. A curly haired thing that he thought might be called Luke.
"I just wanted to say thank you. Grandma says you bring meat for us to eat."
Sweet kid. Daryl wondered which Woodburian was Grandma.
"No problem." Daryl found himself blushing in spite of himself, not used to praise from anyone, even a cute little moppet like this, except Carol.
"Will you tell Mrs. Daryl I said thank you for cooking dinner for us?"
"Mrs. Daryl?" Daryl felt his eyebrows leap up almost to his hairline in shock.
"Yeah. Your wife… ummm… I can't 'member her name." The kid was laughing and to anyone else Daryl was sure it was adorable, but he was in the midst of trying not to freak out.
"Carol ain't my wife," Daryl sputtered.
"Are you sure about that?"
"Whaddya mean, 'am I sure'?"
"Well, you smile at her lots an' you don't smile at anybody else. You sit by her at every meal. You even touch her an' you don't touch nobody. "
"Well… I … so?!" He was being outwitted by a child but had no idea how to stop it.
"So that means she's special. I thought she was your wife."
"You thought wrong!" Escape. Daryl turned on his heel and stalked off, the kid's chuckles following in his wake.
"No I didn't!"
Mrs. Daryl. Of all the stupid shit… No, stop smiling. Don't smile, Dixon, don't you dare smile.