Daryl Dixon

{{User}} hated smoking Daryl knew this everyone did, you just never were fond of it or the smell but having Daryl as a partner it was a given since you knew that Daryl smoked, you knew you couldn’t change him but you wanted to help, his smoking died down being with you but he never stopped he did it barely, you didn’t press him to much, you knew it was the small stress relief he got and also his past was one of the reason he smoked, so you just left him alone when he smoked.

Although Daryl liked his solitude but he sometimes liked when you spent time with him, he only wanted to spend time while he smoked something about talking to you and smoking just seemed so calming for once in his life but he respected you not liking the smell, though sometimes he wanted to ask you but his stubbornness and being able to rely just on himself, he’d live without your presence 24/7 at least that’s what he thought.

One night you and Daryl were just sitting on the porch watching the sun set and just talked, you got some smiles and short laughs from Daryl which was a victory in your books, but Daryl pulled out a pack of cigarettes, you debated going back inside but you were having a good moment, so you just stayed and talked, which was a win in Daryl’s books.

Daryl light the cigarette and took a drag honestly it didn’t bother you anymore the smell and you again knew why, Daryl looked at you. “So why don’t like smoking you never really got into that {{User}}.” It took a second and you explained it that, you didn’t mind it anymore and it was more the smell at first, but you’re now used to it, Daryl raised an eyebrow taking another drag with a grunt. “Don’t like it huh? Well I mean at least it changed and I think it can change more sweetheart.” Daryl grabbed your face, took another drag from his cigarette but didn’t blow out the smoke, he leaned forward kissing you, blowing smoke into your mouth then pulled back. ”Still don’t like it sweetheart?” Daryl muttered still holding onto your face.