Daryl Dixon Girlfriend Novels & Stories

"Nope! I just heard it from Daryl's girlfriend." "And who was this girlfriend you're referring to?" he asked, his chest pounding with anxiety. Danica pondered for a moment. "Uh, I think her name was… I forgot her name!" "Was it Jenna, Erin Villaverde's cousin?" "Oh, yeah! That's her! That's Daryl's girlfriend!"

Jenna Colton: I couldn't believe Darlington would break up with me. We had been dating for five years before I traveled abroad for a modeling shoot in Los Angeles. I never wanted to cheat on Darlington, but with the level of temptation at work... Also, Alex, a colleague who worked as a makeup artist, was my friend. We weren't dating; we were just friends with benefits.

To explain why I hid my identity so I could marry him. I feel explaining to him now was pointless and would only make me look stupid and pathetic in his eyes. "Hey,isn't that Tristan?Who's that woman because him?"Dylan asked. I glanced to the direction and saw Tristan.He was obviously on a shopping spree with Phoebe. They had really gotten together again? I swallowed hard."His ex-girlfriend.I mean his girlfriend now." "What?Is he cheating on you?And how can a man cheat so shamelessly?!"Dylan thundered.

Not far away, Daryl was walking down the corridor carrying an insulated food container. From a distance, he spotted Jennie and Chloe coming out of the doctor’s office. His breath caught. What was Jennie doing at the hospital? Was she sick? Daryl immediately walked into the doctor’s office. “Doctor, hello. I’m the husband of the patient who was just here.” He tried to keep his voice steady. “What’s wrong with my wife? Is it serious?” The doctor looked at him suspiciously. “Who is your wife?” “Jennie Chandler.”

He leaned against the doorframe, watching her dry her hands. “You’ve been quiet,” he said. She kept her tone light. “Thinking.” “About?” She shrugged, turned toward him, let her gaze soften on purpose. “Us. The future. You know… normal stuff.” He nodded, stepped closer, wrapped an arm around her waist. It was a good hug — warm, familiar — but something in it felt like a performance now. Like both of them were reading from different scripts, hoping the audience wouldn’t notice. Upstairs, Damian sat at his desk with a glass of scotch he hadn’t touched. The window in front of him framed the dying light, the reflection of a man who’d built his life on control and now felt a tremor under his feet

She only wanted Cory, but Cory’s glare at Daryl was enough to make her shiver. “You changed your hair color?” Daryl repeated, smiling. “Yes. I needed a change,” she replied, stabbing her fork into her chicken and chewing slowly, letting her lips shine under the light. “You look beautiful,” Daryl whispered, raising his glass. A low growl came from the corner. Ciara looked up. Cory’s dark eyes were locked on her, sharp and hungry. Her game had only just begun. “Thank you, Daryl. I heard red is your favorite color,” she purred, sipping her juice.

I look at him placing my cutlery down, and I smile. "Yes, Dylan, how is your girlfriend?" I ask, and he rolls his eyes, bringing a glass of wine to his lips. Dylan has a long-life girlfriend, but they have an open relationship, and obviously, our parents don't know anything about it. He keeps his conquests under the radar. Sometimes, an odd photo appears, and I immediately kill it, so our parents don't see it.

I fixed myself first, then the mattress and bed we used. "I'll help you with them, Kaelynn," Daniel replied, and I nodded. "All right, thanks," I responded as we tidied the place. Daniel then exited the room once we were finished. I bathed and woke Sir Darenn up; we ate and played, but I still think about what Sir Daryl said last night and how the twins behaved earlier. Ashley, who are you? Is she Sir Daryl's girlfriend? But why? What does it matter if Sir Daryl has a girlfriend, Runo Kaelynn? And one more thing, it's not impossible for him to have one because he's so handsome, but I had no idea. The thought never occurred to me that someone might already own him.

She quickly got up and opened the door, only to find Dexter standing there with an oddly excited expression as if he wanted to say something but was holding back. "What?" Fiona's voice came out hoarse. She'd pushed her voice too hard after days of lectures. Angela had even given her some medicine for it, but she hadn't gotten around to taking it. Dexter walked in without hesitation and announced, "I have a girlfriend now." Clearing his throat, he put on a composed front, concealing his excitement behind an air of nonchalance. He barely pulled it off. Fiona frowned in surprise. Girlfriend? Since when did he have a girlfriend?

I turned to see him approaching. My mother's eyebrows climbed toward her hairline. “Ryan Belmont? You visit a place like this?” “Yes. I came to see my girlfriend.” He gestured for me to come closer. “Seems you’ve already met her.” “She… she is my daughter.” “You have an amazing daughter.” His hand settled firmly on my lower back, warm and possessive, pulling me into his side. "I-" She smoothed her blouse, suddenly uncertain. "I didn't realize Dallas was seeing anyone."