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Cats don’t like the rain
Description: There’s a stray cat living near their house… and reader is determined to tame the thing. No warnings, no spoilers
a/n: sorry this is so short! i just thought it was cute and pretty!
It’s a rainy evening, the sky is colored in a dimly lit orange and the air is humid and full of moisture. The grass is decorated in dew drops and the crickets are quiet, most likely safely tucked away in the nearest dry place they can find, assuming there is one. She peers out from the small rounded window above the sink, he’d be back any minute now. She’d see him appear just below the hill, he’s sure to be wet and very cold and she feels a bit guilty, after all she was the one who sent him out, though he insisted he didn’t mind. Sometimes he is too kind.
She takes one last look before turning away from the window to go and unlock the door. It was something they came up with together; locking the door. Though it was more Daryl’s request than a mutual thing. Sure she could take care of herself, but he liked the reassurance that the old rusty lock gave him, and she obliged.
She lifts the lock and she undoes the latch, swinging the door open, she smiles, her lungs rejoicing in the earthy smell of newly fallen rain. Suddenly, there is a familiar sound of footsteps and she steps out onto the porch just as he rounds the corner of the house. He is absolutely soaked, just as she suspected he would be.
Her eyes fill with worry. “If I knew that rain would come so soon I’d have waited until tomorrow to ask you to do this” she says, pouting apologetically.
He shakes his head, hand slipping from his bow strap, he removes it from his shoulder and lowers it onto the picnic table. “It’s alright” He breathes. “Been caught in worse.” He begins to unload the supplies from his satchel.
“Yeah but what if you catch a cold?” She pushes, stepping towards him.
He smiles a bit, looking up from one of his duel knives. “I won’t”
She nods and sets down on the table next to him. “So uhm, did you have any luck?” She asks, hope lacing her soft voice.
Daryl shakes his head. “Not today, rain probably scared it off again”
She frowns, her eyes darting down to her hands where they lay in her lap. “What if it-”
Daryl shook his head, “No, don’t do that” He knew how worked up she got over this. She’d been trying to catch this damn cat for months and while he thought Dog was one pet enough, he’d made a promise to her to try and catch the little guy.
“Well, thank you, for trying” She hums and he nods, slipping his arm around her waist he pulls her in, against him.
“We’ll get you your cat” he whispers, his chin resting on her head after he places a chaste kiss.
And she smiles, because it sounds like a promise. Even though she knows there can’t be promises in a world like this, she smiles.
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When the seasons change
Description:Reader and Daryl share a peaceful, simple day in the forest. No warnings, no spoilers!
A/N:Long time no see.. I started Supernatural and Dean stole me away for a while haha! However I miss the joy writing abt Daryl gives me so here I am, I am sorry this is so short! I truly hope i haven’t lost my spark :(
The earth aches and sinks below their feet as they trudge further into the forest. The hot, thick summer air filing their lungs with each draw of breath they take is excruciating, but somehow there is a sense of comfort in it all. Like the struggling is worth the reminder that they’re humans, that they’re alive, and that they need air. It separates them from the dead.
“Carful the snakes’ll be hiding under rocks like this one” He says, giving a quick glance back at her. She’s following closely behind and he can’t help but hide the smile itching it’s way onto his face. Though, he can’t be sure her closeness isn’t just due to her never failing ability to stumble over the littlest things. Like, if she goes down he goes down with her.
He would though, without hesitation. That’s the thing.
“do you- do you ever worry you’ll slip?” she asks, sounding almost Impressed by his balance. Suddenly the small rock she’s just stepped on slips out from under her and she stumbles into him. His arm flies out instinctively and their eyes meet for a split second before tearing away from one another.
“Nah… not really” he says, taking a shaky breath, unsure if it’s due to the heat or the fact that her arm is now snuggly linked in his.
She shrugs, carful not to unbalance their current stance. “Well..” she pauses, they are incredibly close right now, and the air feels ten times thicker. “That’s good” she almost whispers. “Mhm” he nods, his eyes flickering away shyly.
They separate, despite the ache in their bones to stay only 2 inches from touching, and they head down the slippery hill, laughing as they both continue to nearly fall.
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“And this one is a morel right?” Daryl asks, pointing at a small brown mushroom hidden beneath the damp leaves.
Her eyes light up. “Yes! See?” she nudges his arm and he stumbles sideways, clearly not expecting that, he laughs softly. “I told ya they weren’t hard to remember” she adds.
Daryl shakes his head. He pulls out another crumbling bit of an acorn cookie from his pocket and tips his head back to eat it.
He shoves another handful of crumbled cookie into his mouth. “Nah, they all look the same, lucky guess”. He wasn’t great at remembering things. Perhaps because in the last ten years, he’s done nothing but survive. He didn’t need to know anything else. She makes it easier though, to just exist, she makes it all simple for a moment.
“They do not! Did you know that there are blue and green mushrooms?” She asks and he can’t help but chuckle at the passion in her voice.
“Where’d you learn all this from anyway? They have a mushroom class back in high school too?” he asks, only half joking.
She looks back, her eyebrows furrowed as she tries to contain the laughter that’s about to erupt. “No Dare” her laugh is reduced to a chuckle. “My uhm, my dad taught me about this stuff and i guess it just kinda stuck with me, you know? Kind of like a song you haven’t heard in months, but can somehow remember every word.”
She only uses metaphors when she’s nervous, or about to cry. And suddenly Daryl feels a pang of guilt in the pit of his stomach. Her father wasn’t a good conversation starter. Not at all.
“Sorry” he hums, changing his pace so that he’s by her side, he reaches in front of her, placing his hand on her far shoulder, they both stop walking and she instinctively turns toward him.
She shakes her head, “Don’t be” then her hand slips into his without warning and the archer steps back, not because he’s trying to pull away, but because just like back there when her arm instinctively linked into his, he’s fighting down the swarm of what she calls butterflies or — something.
That makes her smile.
“I share these things with you because i’m trying to erase those old, shitty memories” She explains, bringing her other hand up to his face, she tucks a bit of hair behind his ear and her heart stammers at the small smile of admiration on his face.
“I’m glad you do, thanks” he nods, his eyes softening as he struggles to maintain eye contact.
She shakes her head, giving in to the constant urge she fights, her arms fall around his waist and she pulls herself into him “No, thank you” she hums.
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Euphoria
Description:Hey! Im going to be working on those requests soon! Tysm to those who sent in || Daryl and reader just share a cuddly moment <3 No warnings or spoilers
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Her arms wrap around his neck and her head rests on his chest. The material that his poncho is made of feels soft against her skin despite everything it’s been through.
“Daryl?” She whispers, feeling his arms slink around her waist.
His fingers run up and down her back softly. “Mm” He hums.
“When you leave tomorrow…” She lifts her head and looks into his eyes, the moonlight outside only illuminating the room enough for them to glisten slightly as they fall from her eyes to her lips. “Do you think I could keep this thing?” She asks, lifting the poncho slightly off his shoulder.
Daryl nods, heat rising from his chest and reddening his cheeks. “Yeah” He mumbles softly. “Yeah ya can”
“I miss you a lot when you’re on these long runs, ya know?” She asks, laying her head back onto his chest.
His heartbeat quickens as she runs her hand through his hair and she smiles.
Daryl stops rubbing her back to pull the covers over them both. “I miss ya too, a lot” He says.
“Mhm” She sleepily hums back, closing her eyes for a moment to take in his warm scent. “I missed being with you like this… can’t you stay home more often?”
Daryl lets out a little sigh, he knows the feeling… he misses her too. Sometimes so much he can’t sleep out there and he’s never had an issue with camping before.
“I know, after tomorrow I’ll talk with Rick about staying back some, its just that-”
“No, I know, don’t worry. It’s why I fell in love with ya” She smiles a little. “You wanna help everyone. You’re a good man Dare”.
There was that word again. Love. He loved her too, so much. After meeting her he started giving a shit about staying alive. She saved his life by simply existing with him.
He shifts onto his side and she hugs into him, his arms wrap around her again. “I love ya too” he says, “n hey, next time I go out I’m takin you with me”.
Her head pops up from under the covers, her hand squeezing the free cloth on his poncho again. “Wait really?” She asks, shock sparking her eyes. “Why?”
Daryl looks down at her, his eye catching her hand on his shoulder still. “Because I miss this” he hums, kissing her forehead softly. “I miss ya”.
The corner of her mouth curves and she plops her head back down on his chest, her arms wrapping snuggly around him once again. “Thanks Dare” she whispers.
His eyes meet the ceiling and he tightens his hug around her a little. She’d never know how much she meant to him because he couldn’t show it, he didn’t know how. Still, he’d never stop trying.
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Je vous aime {I love you}
Description:THIS IS MY FAVORITE THING IV"E EVER WRITTEN OMG ITS SO CUTE HELP ME!!! || Reader and Daryl are walking in the forest and she tries to teach him some French that she learned from high school. No warnings or spoilers!
The low hanging fog left a damp feeling to the earth. If you were focused enough, you’d be able to smell the freshly fallen rain and newly upturned dirt. It was one of the only joys of being outside all the time these days. The rain.
She skips up to Daryl’s side, realizing a little too late that he had kept walking after she got distracted by yet another newly blossoming flower.
“So” She breathes, “Did you know… that the trees can hear our thoughts?” She asks, almost glowing in the sunlight.
“What?” He frowns, “That sounds like one of your fairytales” He says grinning to himself, his head bowing a little.
“Who says I wasn’t talking about one of em?” Her eyes flutter to him for a moment. “See? You thought I actually believed that” She frowns.
“I’m not stupid Daryl Dixon”.
No, you’re not, you’re perfect. He was too scared of what she’d say if he told her how he really thought of her. Surly she knows he cares, he even tried learning wildflower names for her, writing them down or doodling them when he went out alone just to tell her a random detail about them once he got back home.It had made her smile that soft, shy, wonderful grin that made his heart throb and his stomach do a weird thing he worried wasn’t normal the first few times.
“Mhm, I know that” he nods, a seriousness replacing the smile he held seconds ago he looks at her until she returns his gaze and like usual, their little dancecontinues.
Another moment passes, she admires the butterflies and he tracks the trail of a deer he nicked with an arrow a mile back. That was their thing. She was soft, vibrant, alive, and he stood back and watched it all, taking her in, soaking in the way she lived so that maybe one day he saw the world how she sees it, still beautiful.
“Hey Dixon?” She inquires, that shy yet bubbly smile draws itself back onto her face.
He chuckles from his nose. “Yeah bunny?”
He did not—
“Daryl! Don’t call me that” she shoots him a glare and pushes him playfully and he stumbles to the side.
“Watch it girl, yer gonna make me lose the trail” he breathes, realigning himself he finds the stag’s wavering footsteps once again.
“Anyway!“ Their eyes meet and for a second their pace slows. ”…Did you know that the word forest in French is ’silva’?“ She questions, adding on the British accent for a smoother pronunciation.
Daryl’s nose crinkles and he nearly snorts. "What? Where’d ya hear that?” He asks, looking back down to the tracks for a second.
“In French class, senior year… it’s one of the only classes I paid attention too.”
That’s something he didn’t know about her… Something that made his heart skip. She spoke some French… cool.
“OOH!!” She exclaims so loudly that Daryl nearly drops his bow. “Daryl you should try to say something in French, I could teach you” She says, the corner of her mouth forming into a smile.
He wants to say no, because he knows he will mess up and sound like a fool, but how could he? Looking at her lingering smile that she held because of being in his presence.. and in nature made it very fucking difficult to decline. So he doesn’t.
“Uh, sure. Go ahead then” He mumbles, his thumb working at the metal on his bow nervously.
“Okay… Say each word after me” She says and they both stop walking and turn to each other.
“Je”
Daryl’s cheeks flush. “Je”
Her lips pursed in an attempt to hold back a giggle. “vous”.
“Vous”
“aime”
He clears his throat “Aime”
“You did it! Oh and…” She moves closer to him and he watches, confused as she holds his hands in hers. “I love you too, Dixon” She whispers, dropping his hand she reaches up and tucks a bit of his hair behind his ear, eyes remaining locked for a moment.
His heart skips, he feels light and its the best feeling ever and he never wants it to end. This girl just tricked him into saying I love you when he couldn’t even bring himself to tell her on his own. He was glad that by not denying it, she might know now.
“So, let’s go get this deer and bring it back home so everyone has something to eat hm?” She chirps, her hands dropping from his face as she walks onward.
He chuckles. “Uhm, Bunny? It’s this way” He mumbles pointing up the hill on their left where the tracks suddenly lead.
“Oh… right, I was testing you obviously” She shrugs, running to his side.
Daryl smiles, the only thing that mattered anymore was this damn girl and he wasn’t gonna stop at anything to keep her by his side forever.
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She’s just gone
Description:I really don’t know what this is, but I hate Leah so much so LMFAO enjoy it regardless of your opinion on her|| Daryl and reader are out on a run when they stumble on the cabin that he met Leah in a while ago. Only, he hasn’t told her about Leah yet. Cursewarnings, mild spoilers for season 10 episode 18 ig.
“Were you ever going to tell me?”
Daryl’s gaze lowers to the ground. The note still in his hand. He wants to rip it up. Somehow, someway, he wants it to disappear and he wants her memory of it to vanish too. Anything to reset this damn day. They shouldn’t have come this way. He shouldn’t have let her choose the road that lead here, he knew where it went and he didn’t stop her. Why? Was it that deep down he wanted her to find it? That he still remembered how painful that summer was and that he wanted nothing more than to get this pain and guilt off his chest? He knew it was—He’s so fucking stupid.
“Yeah, I was but I didn’t know how” He whispers, a heavy layer of guilt coats his lungs and he feels it become harder to breathe. Fuck.
“W-” She stops. “When? When was it?”.
The pain in her voice is enough to make him want to rip his fucking heart out. Why the fuck didn’t he say anything? He loved her. Not Leah…
Their eyes lock for a moment. Only a moment. “After Rick” Pain pinpricks in his throat at his best friend’s name.
She calculates the date in her head for a moment. “When we started talking…” She breathes, eyes wondering off somewhere into the far distance as she realizes.
Their timelines crossed. Only barely, but he had them both on his mind at the same time. She feels her heart ache and her breath hitch.
“Was I a rebound?”
Daryl’s eyes went round. “What? No why the hell would ya say that?!” he hisses, casting the note to Leah onto the cabin floor.
She had no right to suggest that. Did she not know how hard it was for him to love? To open up? She was crazy to think that she was only a rebound. Daryl didn’t work like that. He didn’t just- fuck. He fell in love with her.
“We ain’t doin this here” He cuts her off as she’s about to speak again, grabbing his crossbow from the porch, he swings it over his shoulder and walks towards the door.
“Daryl!” She pleads, but he continues towards his bike.
Her jaw clenches. “Daryl don’t you fucking dare walk away from me!” She argues, storming off the porch after him, she watches as he stops and slowly turns to meet her angry eyes.
His brows furrow. “What is there to talk about huh? You done made up your goddamn mind! I ain’t good enough for ya! You say I aint cared for ya!?” He’s pointing at her angrily now. “That you’re a fuckin’ rebound?! Thats bullshit!” He yells, his arms falling to his side.
Tears fill her eyes as she struggles to keep them locked on his. His frown slowly disappears and it’s replaced with an expression she can’t quite read.
“You know what Daryl?” She grips her drawstring bag anxiously. “I don’t know what went down, but If it was so important that we’re fighting now… instead of you reassuring me that it was nothing… Then maybe you and I need a break” She finishes and turns back towards the path they came from.
The corner of his mouth falls. “Where ya goin?”
“Home…” She says and instantly his heart stops.
She never ever called Alexandria home. She called him home. She said that no matter where they ended up living her only home would be him. Now she’s calling a place home, not him.
And just like that. He watches as she walks away, not even bothering to look back. His body is aching to punch something right now. To kill something. So he’ll do that. He mounts his bike, starts the engine, and as she disappears into the evening light he drives the opposite way.
She’s just gone.
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Let’s talk over dinner
Description:I do not like how short this one is! But it’s okay|| Daryl comes home from a long outing to see reader sitting alone on her porch as he is passing by. Luckily, he’s hungry and she’s in need of some good company… No spoilers, no warnings.
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She looks down at the orange and yellow colored leaves below the front steps, her boots only slightly blocking her view of them.
Much like the wether today, her head was cloudy and unfocused and blurry, and much like the weather today, she was on the verge of tears.
“Hey”
She looks up and sees the archer standing on the sidewalk, mud slung across his arms and poncho, probably from the bike ride home.
Dog runs up to greet her, leaving sloppy and wet kisses on her face she can’t help but laugh a little.
“Hey Dixon” she smiles, hopefully masking her sadness.
It never worked around him though, did it?
He tilts his head to the side like he always did when he didn’t know how to stand or act or be, “What’s the matter?”
He hated to see her like this, sad and confused because she couldn’t figure out why. Daryl didn’t know much about comforting people but he would always try his best with her. Always.
“Oh nothin’ just down. I’ll be fine by tomorrow” she lies, darting her eyes back to the leaves, she wishes he weren’t here right now. Funny because seconds before he showed up she had caught herself wishing he werehere.
Daryl frowns before sitting himself down beside her, a little huff of air escapes his tired lungs and he’s reminded of how long it’s been since he’s eaten or slept.
“You gonna tell me? Or am I gonna have to make you say it over dinner?” He asks, bowing his head a little to mask the slight blush that he felt warm his cheeks.
This caught her off guard. Since when did Daryl Dixon become a casual flirter. “What?” She blinks at him.
“It’s been about twelve hours since I ate anything. Do you wanna tell me now or can we talk over dinner?” He questions.
She glances to the sidewalk and a few leaves blow across it.
“Uh… Uh yeah.. yeah that would be nice” She breathes, her words having a hard time not tripping over one another.
Her stomach feels like dancing and so does she but she won’t tell him that because she’s sure he hates dancing… He told her that once. That he was a bad dancer. She still doesn’t think he’s given it any practice though. Still, if it were her asking maybe that wouldn’t be the case. He is almost, soft with her. She shakes her head, eyes closing in the action. She still feels Daryl eyeing her, searching her body language and tracing her face for an explanation to why her breathing has suddenly hitched and her hands wouldn’t stop working at the sleeve of her long shirt.
“I can leave ya alone if ya wan-”
“No! I- I mean Yeah” She mouths. “Lets talk over dinner”
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His favorite star
Description: She walks out to see Daryl awake at two in the morning and instead of making him talk about it they talk about stars. No warnings or spoilers.
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“It’s nearly two in the morning, what are you doing up?”
Her voice pulls Daryl from his thoughts. Sometimes he wishes she weren’t so observant. It was like her soul was always in search of his.
“Did I wake ya? M’ sorry”
Her lips curl into a soft smile. “Daryl you don’t have to apologize. Is something wrong?”
She sets herself down on the porch step next to him and he feels her warmth start to sink into his. He shuffles his feet in the dirt below. Anything to distract how warm he feels right now.
“So… Why are you awake?” She asks leaning into his side.
Daryl lays his head on hers. “Just a bad dream”.
“Do you wanna talk about it?”
No. In fact it was probably the last thing he wanted to talk about. He would rather admit to stealing Michonne’s last peanut butter protein bar before talking about it.
“Nah… Nah I don’t… I don’t know what I need” He admits.
She nods and they sit in silence for a moment before he feels her wrap her arm around him, tugging at his waist from the other side. He knows it’s her trying to hold him in the best way she could considering her delicateness. She was sweet like that. It didn’t matter how big he was compared to her. She treated him like this soft, delicate thing that she’d never drop or crack. He wasn’t used to that, not before her. To everyone else he felt like a work horse but with her, well with her he felt like this thing that maybe… just maybe… didn’t need as much fixing as he once thought.
“That’s okay. We can talk about the stars instead. What’s your favorite one?”
Out of everything she could talk about, she chooses stars? Seriously? God he loved this girl.
Daryl looks up into the sky. The darkness in-between the stars made him wonder what was there. They couldn’t be empty could they? Those spaces had to have something inside them.
“Uh.. I never really looked at em too much before now” he admits, eyeing her from the side.
She wraps the other arm around his front and he moves his arms out from under hers and rest them on top.
“So you’re just now picking a favorite?”
He is so tangled up on how her body feels against his that he’s already nearly forgotten her question.
“That one” he says, pointing to the biggest star just above the moon.
She lets out a little gasp and he feels her eyes on him. “Really? That’s my favorite one too!”.
Good… He hoped it was, he wasn’t sure what it meant… but he had really hoped that it was something like that.
“You know what that means don’t you?” She scratches his back gently while speaking, sending a shiver up his spine.
“No, what’s it mean?”
“It means we’re soulmates. They say if you like the same stars you’re destined to be”.
“They do?” Theres a hint of happiness in his voice, even if it weren’t true, and Daryl never really believed in soulmates, he hoped with every inch of his being that they were ‘soulmates’.
She continues to rub his back gently. “Yeah… they do”
Daryl feels her move her head slightly so he lifts his and she looks up at him. Her eyes look like stars in this dim lighting as he looks down at her. The space in between their lips suddenly reminds him of the space in between the stars.
She is smiling up at him. “You look really handsome in the moonlight. Anyone ever tell ya that?”
Daryl feels his heart skip and his throat suddenly feels like it’s closing as heat rises into his chest.
He hears her chuckle and it’s now that he realizes he’s squeezing her hand tighter.
“Are you okay?… because I feel your hands shaking" She says, bringing his hand up to her lips she kisses it a few times.
Daryl didn’t even notice his hands. He was too busy being confused and scared. Confused on how someone could make him feel like this person that wasn’t all shattered glass and sharp ends. Scared because he now had no idea how to live without her.
“I don’t wanna lose you” Was all he could whisper.
She frowns and sits up to look at him more clearly. “You won’t, I’m always gonna be here Daryl”
But they both knew that in a world like this, those promises were forever empty.
“You can’t promise things like that” Daryl murmurs, feeling his body instinctively and tiredly lean into her for support.
“I didn’t promise anything, I said I’ll always be here” she pauses to place her hand on his chest, above his heart. “Here, forever and always”.
She hears Daryl sniff and watches as his head drops a bit. Finally realizing that he’s crying. Instead of saying anything, she simply cups his face in her hands and watches as a few tears slide down his moonlit face.
“Come here” she whispers, pulling Daryl into her further. “I’m right here, I’m here now I’m not going anywhere. I wouldn’t wanna be anywhere but here”.
Daryl nuzzles his face into the crook of her neck, his arms wrapping around her waist.
“Okay” he mumbles
They sit out on the porch and watch the stars for a little longer. Conversations of their past creep into the conversation and before Daryl knows what’s happening he feels his eyes flutter while she messes with his hair and rubs his back.
“Wanna go to bed?” She chuckles when she feels his hand loosen grip on hers.
The daisy bouquet
Description: Daryl picks flowers for reader while he is out one day. Spoilers for season 9. No warnings!
Daryl was never one to look at flowers. Not until the end of the world anyway. He had never really realized how many there actually were. He remembered his mom liked roses though. Maybe that was why he avoided them. He could only remember his mom by the smell of roses and harsh words.
“Hey Daryl when are we going to go out west?” She asks, her blue and grey eyes trailing over him from where she stood at the edge of the creek.
De squints up at her through sunlight and dirty brown hair.
“One day, jus’…” He trails off. He knows she wasn’t trying to bring it up but every time he thinks he can leave he is reminded of Rick. All he wants is to find a body at least. So he knows.
“I know…” She trails off before stumbling over a clump of mud, still following him closely. “Hey… We’ll find him”.
He grunts. She can’t promise that. He can’t even promise himself that. It pisses him off. How did he manage to get into a fight with is best friend on the same day he had to lose him. It wasn’t fair.
“Hey, there’s a patch of daisies over there, I’m going to try to get some for Michonne” She stammers, stumbling over a few rocks in the shallow water as she crosses.
Daryl watches as she spreads her arms out to balance in the shallow rush of water as it loosens her footing. They were just flowers, but maybe it was a nice thing to do. He never understood the gift after someone had lost a loved one. Flowers would just die in a few days. Still, he learned something new everyday… and they weren’t too bad looking. Maybe his favorite flowers were daisies.
He furrows his brows at himself. She’s turning him soft.
“Get em then… let’s go back” He grunts and turns to climb back up the little bank.
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A few days had passed and neither of them had found a single thing that left any idea where Rick had gone. Daryl would never tell anyone but his chest seemed to ache more every day that he was reminded of him. He would never admit it, but somewhere deep down he loved Rick like he couldn’t ever love Merle.
Sunlight blinds Daryl as he pushes through the low hanging branches. He’s out alone today. It’s better that way sometimes, he can focus on his own thoughts without having to be present in a conversation with Aaron or Carol that he knew meant more to them than himself.
It was different when she came out though. He didn’t mind listening to her ramble about poetry or flowers or childhood stories.
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A few hours later Daryl finds that he’s made a giant circle.
“Dammit” He scolds, once again being stuck in his stupid thoughts had given him grief.
He looks around and realized he’s back where she had picked those daisies the other day. Funny how things work.
Daryl looks around before crossing the creek to the little patch of daisies. They are still here, a little damaged from the rain they had gotten yesterday evening, but they would do.
He picks a few, enough to make a bouquet anyways, and carefully takes them back to the other side where he follows the trail back to the main road. Just a few hundred feet his bike would be waiting for him, hidden carefully underneath some brush and bramble. Hopefully he had a string or something on it.
Nearing his bike, he carefully places the daisies down on the gravel road just out of the grass. All thoughts he had before are now gone. Funny how simple flowers can clear an overthinking mind faster than anything else seemed to work. Though he’s pretty sure it’s why he got the flowers that he’s suddenly a one track mind.
Looking through his mini tool box he keeps tied to the center of his bike with a few small ropes, he digs around until he finds a bit of fishing twine. Carefully, he goes to pick the daisies up and he ties it around their stems.
There. Now they wouldn’t blow away.
Daryl tucks them into his pocket before driving back towards home. It’s only on the way home that he realizes how soft and sensitive he must have looked while being so damn protective over some flowers.
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“Welcome back, pookie!”
Daryl shoots a glare up at Carol who’s grinning ear to ear, a 22 hugged tightly in her arms. Better not shoot a snide comment back.
“Hi” He grumbles, his hand touching one of the daisies in his pocket.
He’s about to continue walking when it hits him that these are probably wilting. He should find her quickly.
“Hey, have ya seen y/n?”
Carol smiles to herself.
“Yeah, she should be on her front porch reading like usual” Carol says.
“Thanks”
“Good luck” Carol chuckles and he groans.
Daryl walks towards her house. His stomach feels shitty and his throat feels like he’s gotten stung by a bee and he’s allergic or something.
“Daryl! Hey!”
Of course she’s already spotted him. Leave it to her to call out his name the very second she lays eyes on him. She never failed to make him wonder how long she had seen him before he’d spotted her.
“Hey” he give a little wave.
“I thought I was gonna go out with ya today” She says and he now sees the hurt on her face.
Shit.
“Yeah, uhm, I needed some time to think” He says, walking up onto the porch.
She sets her book down and looks at him. He can feel her studying his face.
“Uh, I got ya these” Daryl mumbles, pulling the little bouquet of limp daises from his pocket.
Her eyes flicker down and then back to him as she takes them from his outstretched hand.
“Awww! Dare, I love em…”
“They aren’t that pretty anymore”
“Nonsense, ill just put them in water. Gimme a second”
And with that, she shoots him a soft smile before running into the house.
Daryl shuffles in his position awkwardly. Was it a good thing to do? You didn’t just give someone flowers when they lost someone right? He hated that he was so damn bad with these things.
“There! They will perk up nicely. I added some sugar into the water” She says, plopping herself back down onto the porch swing.
He doesn’t know what to say or where to go with this thing now so he stays quiet.
“Carol and I were going to make a nice dinner for a few friends. Aaron and Tara so far. You wanna help? I can always start early, she would understand”
“Yeah, sure” he hums, eyes still locked on her hands as they rest in her lap.
They’d be nice to hold.
“Alright. But you’re making the sweet tea. Last time you did I about cried it tasted just like what I used to drink on hot summer days when my mom made it” She chuckles.
His heart flutters and he feels all warm and fuzzy again. This damn girl would surly be the only reason he ever felt happy and he was more than okay with that.
Star-gazing
Description:You and Daryl are stargazing and it gets fluffy! No warnings, no spoilers!
“Star-gazing was such a great idea”
Daryl turns his head to look at her, her eyes sparkle in the starlight and he feels that same damn fuzzy feeling in his chest.
“It was, huh” He says, unable to look away.
“Yeah…” She turns and he shoots his gaze back to the sky and she smiles. “You wanna know a secret?” She asks and turns onto her side, propping her head up with her hand.
“Mm” Daryl hums, and she knows it’s equivalent to yes.
“I’ve never been star-gazing with someone till tonight. You’re my first. It’s always been me before this. Even as a kid. I had this friend once but lets just say…” She trails off, searching for the right words. “Things like star-gazing were the last of things on his mind” She scoffs.
Daryl frowns and he turns to look at her. How could someone only want that one thing from a girl like this? She was a dreamer, she had plans and even though the world belonged to the dead she still found a way to make it hers. He didn’t want to believe that there were people out there that would only look at her body and see that as being enough to have her.
He watches as she twirls a strand of her hair between her fingers, she is still propped up on her elbow but her eyes have once again found their way to the sky and its little sparkling planets… while his? His found that they were stuck on her.
He was so lucky to know her. To think that it took the whole world dying for him to find his soulmate. He didn’t believe in them until she came along though.
“He didn’t know what he had” Daryl finally replies. It sounded bland and cliche but it was the truth. Anyone to throw away someone like her must be ignorant or blind or both.
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter now. Its in the past. Plus, despite the dead eating the living. I think life is so much better now” She says, looking back to him again.
“Yeah?”
“Yep”
“Why?”
She chuckles and he feels weightless again. “Because Dare, I got you and I got a real family here and I got a home” She gestures behind them towards Alexandria. “Those things didn’t exactly come easy back then”.
A soft silence fills the few inches between them and they once again meet eyes.
“Uhm…” Daryl mumbles.
“Yeah?”.
He wants to kiss her but after the conversation they just had, he would be a damn fool to ruin this moment with physical contact like such. She said this was her first time ever doing something she loved with someone she loved… No, she didn’t say she loved him but he wasn’t blind or ignorant, and he wouldn’t ruin her moment with that.
“Are you cold?”.
She chuckles and he feels like an idiot.
Of course she isn’t cold. It’s only August.
“Thanks Daryl, I mean it” She says and he’s confused for a moment, but only a moment because suddenly there’s a little pressure on his chest and stomach and he feels her slip her arms around his neck and under his back. Her knees coming up to rest by his side so that she was bear hugging him.
Oh, fuck.
“I uh, can we stay here tonight?” She whispers onto his neck.
Daryl is still trying to wrap his arms around her but this overwhelming warm sensation hasn’t settled down in the pit of his stomach yet and he’s struggling with thoughts, let alone words.
“Mm-Mhmm”
She chuckles again and his breathing hitches.
“Thanks”
“No problem” He whispers.
“I love you”
“What?” It was muttered so deep into his shoulder that he couldn’t hear what she spoke but, it sounded like…
She giggles softly again.
“You already know”.
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Star-gazing
Description:You and Daryl are stargazing and it gets fluffy! No warnings, no spoilers!
“Star-gazing was such a great idea”
Daryl turns his head to look at her, her eyes sparkle in the starlight and he feels that same damn fuzzy feeling in his chest.
“It was, huh” He says, unable to look away.
“Yeah…” She turns and he shoots his gaze back to the sky and she smiles. “You wanna know a secret?” She asks and turns onto her side, propping her head up with her hand.
“Mm” Daryl hums, and she knows it’s equivalent to yes.
“I’ve never been star-gazing with someone till tonight. You’re my first. It’s always been me before this. Even as a kid. I had this friend once but lets just say…” She trails off, searching for the right words. “Things like star-gazing were the last of things on his mind” She scoffs.
Daryl frowns and he turns to look at her. How could someone only want that one thing from a girl like this? She was a dreamer, she had plans and even though the world belonged to the dead she still found a way to make it hers. He didn’t want to believe that there were people out there that would only look at her body and see that as being enough to have her.
He watches as she twirls a strand of her hair between her fingers, she is still propped up on her elbow but her eyes have once again found their way to the sky and its little sparkling planets… while his? His found that they were stuck on her.
He was so lucky to know her. To think that it took the whole world dying for him to find his soulmate. He didn’t believe in them until she came along though.
“He didn’t know what he had” Daryl finally replies. It sounded bland and cliche but it was the truth. Anyone to throw away someone like her must be ignorant or blind or both.
“Yeah, it doesn’t matter now. Its in the past. Plus, despite the dead eating the living. I think life is so much better now” She says, looking back to him again.
“Yeah?”
“Yep”
“Why?”
She chuckles and he feels weightless again. “Because Dare, I got you and I got a real family here and I got a home” She gestures behind them towards Alexandria. “Those things didn’t exactly come easy back then”.
A soft silence fills the few inches between them and they once again meet eyes.
“Uhm…” Daryl mumbles.
“Yeah?”.
He wants to kiss her but after the conversation they just had, he would be a damn fool to ruin this moment with physical contact like such. She said this was her first time ever doing something she loved with someone she loved… No, she didn’t say she loved him but he wasn’t blind or ignorant, and he wouldn’t ruin her moment with that.
“Are you cold?”.
She chuckles and he feels like an idiot.
Of course she isn’t cold. It’s only August.
“Thanks Daryl, I mean it” She says and he’s confused for a moment, but only a moment because suddenly there’s a little pressure on his chest and stomach and he feels her slip her arms around his neck and under his back. Her knees coming up to rest by his side so that she was bear hugging him.
Oh, fuck.
“I uh, can we stay here tonight?” She whispers onto his neck.
Daryl is still trying to wrap his arms around her but this overwhelming warm sensation hasn’t settled down in the pit of his stomach yet and he’s struggling with thoughts, let alone words.
“Mm-Mhmm”
She chuckles again and his breathing hitches.
“Thanks”
“No problem” He whispers.
“I love you”
“What?” It was muttered so deep into his shoulder that he couldn’t hear what she spoke but, it sounded like…
She giggles softly again.
“You already know”.
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Reblogs are so welcome! Pls help me build a tag list! If you like this I’d be happy to tag anyone in future drabbles!