Have you ever thought of writing a love letter to one of your favorite fictional characters? When I was a kid I actually used to do it. Today it’s all about Dear Daryl Dixon. Not Norman Reedus… Daryl Dixon. (Please keep in mind that I am happily married to a male floating head and this is all in good fun. Enjoy!)
Dear Daryl Dixon,
For seven seasons now your fans have been shipping Caryl or Bethyl (RIP poor, sweet Beth). I, on the other hand, have been shipping… Jairyl. Yes, you and I would make quite the pair.
When Carol was hurting and losing hope that she would ever find Sophia, you gave her a Cherokee Rose.
It’s a Cherokee rose. The story is that when American soldiers were moving Indians off their land on the trail of tears the Cherokee mothers were grieving and crying so much ’cause they were losing their little ones along the way from exposure and disease and starvation. A lot of them just disappeared. So the elders, they, uh, said a prayer. Asked for a sign to uplift the mothers’ spirits, give them strength and hope. The next day, this rose started to grow right where the mothers’ tears fell. [Daryl pauses] I’m not fool enough to think there’s any flowers blooming for my brother. But I believe this one bloomed for your little girl.
Source: AMC’s The Walking Dead
Dang… Carol may have needed that Cherokee rose more than I, but my heart was still broken.
When Sophia emerged from the barn as a walker, you were there to catch her as she collapsed to the ground in tears. When she felt like the end was near for her at the prison, you were the one who was there to pick her up and carry her to safety. And though you had so many opportunities to kiss her (or more) instead, she placed one sweet kiss on your forehead. You laid next to each other in bed for hours and didn’t need to do anything except be there for each other.
Maybe you are meant for each other…
A girl can still dream can’t she?
And then there’s Beth. Sweet little Beth Greene, farm girl with the voice of an angel. When your group got divided after the fight at the prison, you stayed with Beth to keep her safe. The two of you bonded. It was a pairing I didn’t want to like. But somehow it worked. Your wild side helped Beth to come out of her shell and experience the bad girl within, and her sweet Podunk charm made Daryl less feral.
When the two of you were stuck in that funeral home together, you got to know each other like you never had before. And you tried to play off your affections for her, but it was all too obvious that you had a space in your heart for her.
The two of you got separated when you turned your back for just a minute. Someone snatched her away from you. You fought so hard to find her and bring her back home. You found her, and you were so close to reaching your goal. Then she had to go and get herself killed, and from that moment came the image that broke so many hearts.
I’m sorry for the loss you have suffered. You lost your big brother, Merle. You lost Beth, and you’re not sure where Carol is right now. I’m sorry that Dwight made you eat all those dog food sandwiches and made you listen to Easy Street every single morning. As a show of solidarity this song is now my alarm song every morning (I’m actually not kidding about this).
(Dear Reader, no, I’m not sorry for getting this song stuck in your head right now. I am that twisted.)
I can forgive you for giving your affections to Carol and Beth, and I can even forgive you for getting Glenn killed, but Daryl, I have one request…
TAKE. A. SHOWER!
Seriously I think everyone is with me on this one. Just promise me you’ll consider it sometime, okay?
All my love,
I hope you guys enjoyed my love letter to Daryl Dixon. It’s all in good fun. If you could write a love letter to any fictional character who would it be? Let me know in the comments or on any of our social media. In fact, feel free to share your fictional character love letters with us! We would love to read them.