daryl dixon

you’ve always liked daryl. from pretty much the moment you laid eyes on him back at the prison, you had a small crush that slowly got bigger and bigger over time.

life was hard to say the least, always on the road after the prison fell. deaths, sickness, fighting. god was it hard. but you managed, and the tension only brought you two closer together. you were family.

yet there was always some sort of wall around him. some sort of action to try and push you out of his life. god it annoyed you sometimes, how bad his trust issues really were.

so that’s probably why you never got together sooner; he wasn’t ready. he wasn’t ready to love at all never mind someone he cared for so deeply.

yet when you got to Alexandria; everything changed. because of the lack of housing available people had to share. and also because of the fact daryl hated everybody except from you, you were put together.

slowly you two grow closer and closer, and about a year after you arrived at alexandria, your relationship really shifted.

one night, you managed to climb your way up to your roof, watching him smoke as you guys laugh and talk. and for the first time ever, you both felt understood. a vulnerable comment about his dad (which you noticed that he physically recoiled in discomfort as he said) was blurted out. and emotions just spilled from their, stuff he’d never told anyone.

stuff he didn’t think he ever would.

and you did the same; feeling just as nervous as him yet you didn’t want it to be one sided. and it felt nice... to talk to somebody who got it. who cared.

the look in his eyes looked so… vulnerable. and you didn’t even know what you were doing until your lips were on his, your heart pounding as you pressed a soft, extremely gentle kiss on his lips.

he freaked out because of that, if he was being honest. but despite his instincts and his past trauma screaming at his mind for him to just run away, he talked. talked it out, and once his feelings were said, they just kept pouring out.

how he loved you, despite how it made his heart burn with emotion.

that was a surprise to say the least. and as he got more and more worked up, you cut him off with another kiss despite how scared and nervous you were.

yet this time, he kissed back; slowly and softly. perfectly. he’s perfect.

that nights definitely the best you’ve ever had. and after everything, you asked him to date you. and after a heap of hesitation and anxiety from his part, he agreed.

for the week following, life has been great. he turned extremely shy around you, something that you find overwhelmingly cute. he’s been bringing you little gifts from patrols and.. god you love him.

he hasn’t been exactly very handsy but you didn’t mind, the little action of interlocking his pinky with you as you walk or patting your shoulder as he walks past was enough.

but tonight was better than you could of ever imagined. his supply run went horribly, according to him. and as soon as he got home he went straight into the shower before practically shoving his pyjamas on and climbing into bed with you, for the first time.

he settled between your thighs and laid his head on your stomach and chest, his heart pounding as a wave of shyness washed over him.

you talked a bit about his day before he just went quiet and listened to your steady heartbeat, his chest slowly moving up and down as you ran your fingertips through his long hair.