I've been binge watching The Walking Dead recenty, and Daryl has become my new baby owo

So, here's a quick little one shot with Daryl and my WD OC, Sammy, about the best kind of jokes. No specific time and no spoilers, just something small to help get out out of my system. Enjoy!

"Hm," Sammy hummed quietly in thought as she sat in front of the campfire, keeping a close eye on the rabbit that she turned regularly on its stick. The noise broke the long silence that lingered between herself and the younger Dixon brother, causing Daryl to send a glance toward the girl as he whittled away at the stick of wood in his hand. When the sigh was met with silence, Sammy took a deep breath and let it out in another quiet, long hum.

"What's on your mind, Sammy?" Daryl questioned, rolling his eyes at her antics.

Sammy immediately grinned up at the man upon his question. "I'm glad you asked, Dare," she replied, sounding like she was about to give a sale's pitch. "I have a very important question for you."

"Uh huh..?" Daryl mumbled, his blade slowing across the piece of wood as he gave the girl a calculating stare.

"I was wondering if you knew: how many tickles does it take to make an octopus laugh?" She grinned at the man, as though waiting for a response. Daryl just raised an eyebrow at the question. "Ten tickles!"

Silence followed the joke until Daryl let a quiet scoff escape, a smile tugging at his lips dispite his efforts to fight it away. "That's gotta be the dumbest joke I ever heard," he finally replied before going back to his stick.

Sammy giggled in delight at his response. Honestly, she was just glad to get a response out of the man. "But those are the best jokes, aren't they?" She countered, but just got another scoff from the man.

She turned the rabbit, staring at the animal carcass in thought as she racked her brain for more jokes. "Did you hear about the guy that survived mustard gas and pepper spray?"

Daryl pressed his lips together in thought, but made no other indication that he had heard the question.

"He's now a seasoned veteran."

Another quiet chuckle escaped the country man.

"Well, I'd tell you a chemistry joke, but I don't know if I'll get a reaction."

"You're fuckin' crazy, Sammy," the man said, a crooked grin on his face as he shook his head at her. Sammy just smiled wider, taking the words as a compliment.

"Don't I know it. What's the difference between a nicely dressed man on a tricycle and a poorly dressed man on a bicycle?"

"The one on the triyc's balls receded?" Daryle threw out his half-assed guess, eliciting more giggles from the girl.

"Close," Sammy laughed. "The answer is actually 'a tire'."

"Wait, I got one," Daryl laughed, leaning back and staring at Sammy with mischievous eyes. "Why did God give men penises?"

Sammy knew that she wasn't going to like the answer to that joke, so she decided to get her insult in before he could finish. "So when we call them 'dicks', it's more accurate?"

Daryl let out a quiet rumble of laughter, trying to keep his voice down so as not to draw danger near the pair. "It's actually so we have at least one way to shut a woman up."

Sammy let out a quiet gasp at that, but it soon turned into a fit of giggles. "Daryl Dixon,! That's gotta be the dumbest joke I've ever heard."

"Ain't those the best, though?" He mimicked her counter from before, and the two fell into fits of restrained laughter.