It’s never going to be too much. And the smile that jumps to Rick’s face is only indicative of that. In a lot of ways, Rick thinks that he’s cynical. At times, he fights against it, but no doubt he’s hit the bottom of it once or twice, where he’s been more paranoid than open to the thought that people can be good. People outside of them anyway. Daryl had been one of the people that helped him to see that, to recognize there’s still good – that his paranoid reaction isn’t the only one needed.
And now, there’s still times he goes too far in one direction, where fear of losing anything else drives him to extremes that bring on severe consequences. He needs his family to pull him back from the brink sometimes. And everything he does, it’s all for them, he couldn’t do any of this without them – without Daryl.
❝ I don’t want to be on the other side without you, ❞ he admits, as their foreheads touch. His eyes meet Daryl’s, meaning the words coming out of him. ❝ You’re gonna get there, alright? We’re all gonna see it. ❞ He reaches up with only a second’s hesitation, hand cupping Daryl’s cheek briefly before it slides back and down, clasping the back of his neck to hold them together. ❝ We’re gonna win this. ❞
With a home e came out of in the past, it was no wonder why he kept people at bay. It took time for a Dixon to trust you, to love you but once you earned it. Once you got that far into their heart? A Dixon was loyal to you till death did you part. He was as loyal as a dog and maybe even more so. There was absolutely nothing he wouldn’t do for Rick. He was one of the very few men he’d die for...he’d live for. And that was saying something.
Daryl couldn’t help but lean into Rick’s touch. After all he’d gone through, it was still soft, still calming and reassuring. It didn’t speak force or power it spoke of a man who loved the people he’s come to call is family. The Hunter couldn't help the small blush finding it’s way back on his cheeks, but this time didn’t care if it could be seen or not.
“I trust you.” The brunette murmured quietly, for only Rick to hear. Three words that had once only been for Merle. His hand came closer, pressing on Rick’s chest was and covering over his heart. His way of saying whatever happens, that Daryl Dixon was his and his alone.
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