Your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon, gets you wild flowers but mistakes your appreciation for disdain °❀.ೃ࿔*
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a/n: written at like 3 am so not good at all and not proof-read. This was supposed to be a shorter read... my mind just took unnecessary journeys, kay? lol.
divider by @cursed-carmine
Daryl isn't the typical romantic type. His love language were acts of service and quality time together. Dates for the two of you usually consisted of sitting by a fire where you've hunkered down for the night or hunting for the group. Daryl's most romantic gesture is dressing whatever animal you were able to find while hunting because he knows you'll never get used to the whole ordeal.
One night, he'd catch you talking to the girls in the camp. They were mentioning the most thoughtful thing a partner has ever done for them. The girls all raved about dinners and extravagant gifts they received before all this, but he noticed you weren't offering up any stories. He pretended not to notice the way you drew into yourself after the girls moved on to other topics.
With this in mind, the next time you both were out on a scavenge run or hunting again, he saw you admiring some of the wild flowers around you. He wouldn't mention it; he would just save the fact that you seemed interested in the flowers and finish whatever you were up to.
Later, he grabbed a flashlight and retraced his steps from earlier. He follows his own damn tracks back to the place he saw you fixating on the purple flowers. He picks the best-looking ones, and a small grin appears on his face as he walks back to camp. He hides the flowers in his pack, gently, before he slides in next to you in your shared tent.
In the morning, he finds you on the outskirts of the temporary camp foraging for any herbs or plants that'll be useful for supper. He fixed the flowers up nice before handing them to her with a shy 'here, got 'em for you.'
A smile broke on your face. Cheeks all rosy. You smelled the flowers before placing your hand on his forearm and thanked him. That's all the amount of PDA he could stand. He's not the type to pull back from your touch, but you knew he wasn't big on displays of affection around the others, so a small touch would suffice.
By midday, the others were doing their own thing around camp, while you were sitting on a rock separating the flower head from the stem. You were totally unaware of Daryl being a few feet away from you, watching all this. He was cleaning the grime off his bow. Grime that only builds up from going out to hunt animals or fight walkers. He suddenly didn't care much about the bow. He was more interested in the fact that you were pulling the flowers apart. He had thought you'd like the flowers just fine. You had smiled and thanked him. Instead of sitting in his own misery, he stood up and walked off into the woods.
What Daryl didn't see was the flower heads lying gently on the pages of the book. You made sure the book would hold them just right so they'd dry up and be preserved. When you were done, you closed the book and put it away in your pack without a second thought.
After the farm, they weren't staying in one place for too long. The next morning, the camp was up and at 'em. The place is packed up and ready to leave. Daryl had come into your tent late and gotten up before you had. Rick mentioned Daryl ran off into the woods early and said he'd catch up with the group later in the day.
You were busy looking between the tree line. Scouring for any place for the group to hole up for the night. You had no luck. A few minutes after you give up looking, Daryl pops out of the trees holding a few squirrels he'd hunted. The group keeps walking, but you wait for him to join you on the road.
"Off picking some more flowers for me?"
You nudge him as you joke. His glare immediately denotes his foul mood.
"So you can rip 'em to shreds?"
You almost trip on a rogue rock from being caught off guard by his snarky accusation.
"What are you-"
You cut yourself off mid-sentence when you realize what he is referring to. She had loved the flowers. She was never much of a flower girl before, but flowers from Daryl had much more meaning than if some guy had gotten her flowers before. Which is why she wanted to preserve them.
"You mean the flower heads I carefully separated from the stem to dry them out so I get to keep 'em longer?"
You take off your pack and pull out the old book you picked up while scavenging an abandoned house on your runs. Now it held the drying flowers, but when you had picked it up a while ago, he had called it a waste of time. You opened the book and showed him the flattened purple flowers on the pages. Not dry yet, but getting there. Daryl's expression changed immediately. Now he seemed embarrassed for making a scene more than anything. A small smile appeared on your lips.
“They were a really thoughtful gift. You’re quite a romantic.”
You tease him.
“Shut up.”
He grumbles, his ears red and obvious under the Georgia sun. You giggle at the misunderstanding of the situation before putting the book away, slinging your pack on, and joining him.
Love reading a good Domestic/fluff fic but can we stop making infantilized !reader/fem!reader… Like why does she( I say women bc male!reader are hardly ever written that way) have to be all pink and frilly with doe eyes and shit… BORING it’s 2026 make her a little more interesting :(
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