#the walking dead commissions

requested and commissioned by @madhouseexe1 thank you so, so, SO much for your support! <3
prompt: You and Me by James TW (cute song btw!)

“You’ve been quiet all day,” you said to him. He was sitting across the fire from you, prodding at the coals every so often. You could sense that he was continually turning something over and over in his mind and that whatever it was, it was pressing on him. “Won’t you tell me what’s wrong?” you asked. It was a gentle nudge. Daryl knew you’d never press him, but what he was holding in was about to burst out of him anyway. It was like a rubber band stretched to breaking point and it was about to snap.

His eyes finally drifted up from the coals of the fire to your face and there was a distinctive look of anguish in them. You straightened up, alarmed.

“Daryl—what is it?”

“I shouldn’t—I shouldn’ta kissed ya last night,” he drawled, looking away to the side, hiding the emotions swirling in his eyes.

You stomach tightened into a knot. Your heart stalled out completely. “What?”

He ducked his head, shaking it slightly. “I ain’t—I ain’t good enough for ya. I know that. And I shouldn’ta—”

A rush of air left your lungs; some combination of relief mixed with disbelief at what he’d just said. “Daryl,” you interrupted him. You climbed to your feet and moved around the fire until you were right beside him, sitting up on your heels. “Look at me,” you begged him. He kept his eyes turned away, tension flickering over his face briefly as he tried to contain his emotion. “Hey—” You cupped his face and his chin lifted at the touch of your fingers. He met your eyes, and you could see that his were glassy. “Don’t you ever, not for one second, think that.” You sighed. “As long as I have you, I’ll always have everything I need. You have no idea what you mean to me. Daryl, you are more than enough.”

You sighed again and shook your head, giving him a somewhat sad smile. The link between his past and those words leaving his lips was so clear and obvious to you… and you cursed everyone who’d every hurt him. “Sometimes I forget you can’t read my mind,” you laughed. “Because it often seems like you can. But if you knew what I thought about you, every minute of every day, you’d understand that you’re the best thing that ever happened to me. And I’ll tell you that as many times as you need to hear it to shut up those voices in your head telling you otherwise.”

He gulped and his blue eyes searched your face. There was a questioning expression on his face and you gave him a reassuring smile. 

“You kissing me last night was the best fucking thing that’s ever happened to me. And that includes when I found that unopened jar of peanut butter last week.”

Daryl let out an amused exhale, and his lips actually curved slightly in a smile. “You and yer damn peanut butter,” he drawled.

“Right! So, that’s really saying something!” You brushed his hair away from his eyes and felt a warmth filling you up that you only associated with him. It was safety. It was your best friend. It was home. It was everything you needed. “You’re everything, Daryl Dixon. You don’t even realize it.” You leaned in and found his lips softly with yours and the next moment his hand gently found your lower back and pulled you in more tightly. The heat between the two of you grew as he kissed you back urgently, eager to have you under his hands, and leaning against him, you didn’t need the fire anymore.