♡ When you smile at him or touch him, you make his cheeks feel warmer and his pants tighter
♡ He's so horny for you it's ridiculous, he feels like pathetic teenage-boy, he's so ashamed of it
♡ Especially because he is so not used to this feeling, he's never felt this way about someone before
♡ Accidental tease because he doesn't realise how hot he is
♡ He is always very gentle
♡ Just like it was with sleeping in one bed together it takes him a long time to sleep with you, it's not that he doesn't want to he's just too afraid
♡ Way more innocent than people would think of him
♡ A 'dirty' secret of his is that he stole one of your panties
♡ You dropped it to the floor and somehow forgot about it and he picked it up
♡ He put it in the pockets of one of his pants and sometimes he just looks at it because it reminds him of you
♡ This once again definitely shows that he's way more pure with his intentions than one may think
♡ He feels lowkey ashamed of it and hopes that you don't find out
♡ He doesn't last long
♡ Look at this man and tell me he is not a pleaser
♡ He loves going down on you so much, he totally gets off of it
♡ He isn't comfortable with you going down on him, he doesn't like it because he can't shake the feeling that it's just a duty for you
♡ When you reassure him that it's what you want he trust your word and lets you
♡ The only experience in sexual matters that he's had is what Merle told him (absolute horrible tips or complaints) and from porn that Merle watched (quite literally anywhere) or talked about
♡ Overall nothing where Daryl thought that sex could be fun, let alone for everyone involved
♡ He thinks being romantic is giving you Flowers, buying expensive Gifts and stuff like dressing up real fancy
♡ Lots of things that Merle complained that his 'girlfriends' want from him but shouldn't expect
♡ Daryl doesn't think of himself as romantic even if he is
♡ But he would give you flowers, he would pick them himself, he would even remember your favourite flower
♡ He would even shower more frequently even if he doesn't like it all that much
♡ At first he doesn't know how to react but over time he really comes to enjoy you playing with his hair
♡ You never really noticed it but he looks at you so awestruck (oh others have definitely noticed it)
♡ He actually just wants to be your knight in shining armor
♡ He craves your touch but is too afraid to ask for it or even initiate it
♡ He secretly likes the fact that he can pick you up so easily and really enjoys carring you around
♡ Still doesn't understand why you are with him
♡ He often thinks everyone disapproves of your relationship
♡ You take care of each other in ways nobody else could
♡ It took him a long time to stay with you and sleep in one bed with you, even if you insisted, he always got up again after you fell asleephe always blames himself if something happens to you, even if it's just something minor he should've been there to prevent it
♡ You often see other women ogling him, the kind that doesn't take you serious even when you're right beside him, but you also onehundret-percently know that he's yours only
♡ Lots of hand-holding
♡ On one particularily rough day, when something happened that stirred up old and not so good memories for Daryl, he comes home to you and just tries to forget it but it took more of a toll on him than he expected and he couldn't help but silently cry but you held him close, softly asked him what's up and yet when he refused to tell you, you just accepted it and continued to comfort him
♡ Teaches you how to track and how to use his crossbow
♡ He loves your smile and would do anything to protect it
♡ He always watches you intently, while fidgeting with his lips or fingers but feels like he can't even manage to look at you when you're talking to him
♡ There is no real confession just a moment when he's got no explaination left on why he always goes out of his way for you, when the only thing he can do is avoid your gaze and (not so secretly) check for your reaction - that's when you realize
♡ Slow burn, it takes a long time until you're finally together but the wait is definitely worth it
♡ You kiss him first
♡ Lots of mutual pining because the both of you are too scared to make the first move
♡ There is not a single bone in his body that even considers that you could feel the same for him
Daryl couldn't believe how lucky he'd gotten. Even if being in a relationship was a territory he'd never expect himself to have to navigate in.
This wasn't easy.
He wasn't easy.
He struggled. Especially considering the more intimate aspects. Daryl was never quite sure how to express his love for the girl he wouldn't even have dared to dream of before: Beth Greene.
But somehow she gave him the time of her day. And he wanted to be good for her.
"Hey, are you even listening?"
Beths voice got him out of his thoughts.
He gave her an affirmative grunt.
"Definitely.", she teased him before asking him on a more serious note, "You okay?"
"Yeh."
She shot him a smile.
"Ya ain't gonna continue what ya were talkin' 'bout?"
The two of them were taking a walk in the woods together. Beth had suggested it since the weather was nice and Daryl had meant to take Dog for a walk anyways.
Everything just felt a bit easier around Beth, more lighthearted. At first, he was his fair share of nervous - couldn't stop fidgeting around her and his palms never seemed dry unlike his mouth, stumbling over his words whenever he did try to say something to her - but somehow (and Daryl absolutely had no clue how) she also liked him. Now, they've been together for a while and he had his nervousness more or less under control.
But for Daryl a new problem arised.
Beth was a naturally very touchy person, hugging him, intertwining their hands, leaning against him when they were sitting next to each other and so on.
No matter how innocent the touch, it made him flinch away or stiffen up. He wasn't used at all to someone touching him without malicious intent... wasn't used to someone touching him at all. And when the warmth of her hand threatened to burn a hole through his skin, he couldn't help it. He automatically flinched, tensed up or pulled away. So there was that.
The other problem was how horny it made him. No matter how much he was ashamed of himself, he also couldn’t do anything about it. Her touch seemed to have a certain effect on him. A strong one at that. Well, at this point, everything she did got him all worked up.
Beth continued telling her story when she abruptly stopped in front of him. Daryl came to a halt behind her when she quickly informed him that she had to tighten her shoelace. While she bent down she kept telling her story. Only Daryl lost focus half-way through. The tight jeans she was wearing were hugging her ass in such a nice way.
Fuck, he tried to avoid his gaze, tried to look away - actually looked away - but still he couldn't help it. He slowly but surely felt his pants getting all tighter. The heat started to quickly creep onto his face, mixing arousal with embarrassment.
"Watch Dog. 'M takin' a piss.", he quickly told Beth, maybe a little too harshly. His embarrassment made his words come out way more irritated then he'd meant to. He hoped that Beth understood that she didn't do anything wrong.
"Okay."
She was a little perplexed by his interruption.
Daryl tried to calm himself down, to focus on something else.
Get his mind off Beth... her ass, to be exact. How those damn jeans sat tight against her ass. How, if he had dared to let his eyes linger a little longer, he could've caught a peek at her underwear.
Shit, he needed to stop thinking about it - thinking about Beth that way. He couldn't let his mind wander now, not when he felt like she could read every dirty thought right off his face.
And his dick.
The tent in his pants was practically impossible to hide. He tried to think about something else, calm down a little. Almost magically it did work, even if it was just a bit.
When he came back Beth didn't even need to try and figure out what was wrong. The bulge formed in Daryl's pants immediately caught her eye.
She figured that was why he was acting all weird.
Fuck, it definitely was hard not to notice.
He was big.
Really big.
She had to stop looking otherwise he'd notice her staring at his hard on, which he was clearly trying to hide.
"We should head home again. I think Dog's had enough.", she told him trying to grand him some dignity.
"Mhm.", he affirmed.
Now she really had to peel her eyes off him. Still, Beth let her mind wander.
Just how big Daryl was.
What he'd feel like if they were to have sex.
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When Beth first met Daryl she definitely did have a different impression of him. When she got together with him she couldn't help but wonder what he would be like when it came to sex.
He was older than her. More experienced, most likely.
He must have had sex before.
Yes, he's always been a little nervous about any kind of intimacy but that he's never had sex before? She couldn't imagine it.
Not that she was upset about that thought. If she really was together with a guy older and more experienced then her she might as well enjoy the perks that came with it.
But soon enough it became clear that this was a misconception on her side. With him it would be different than that, that was for sure.
If one person could figure out Daryl then it was her. And one thing she figured out was that Daryl definitely had no clue what was going on. He was awkward, nervous...
There was no chance he had sex before. Not in that way anyways.
Maybe in some kind of state where you make bad decisions or you allow yourself to be persuaded...
And her suspicions weren't that far off the truth: Daryl never had sex before.
And nobody's ever had the effect Beth had on him.
He didn't how he found himself in this position. Initially, they were watching a movie. Or well, attempting to watch a movie. But then those damn touches started again when Beth cuddled up to him and suddenly the two of them were kissing, TV forgotten.
Kissing her was okay, kissing her was good. The way she panted into his mouth and slightly pulled at the strands of his hair got him in a daze where only one thing counted: her body pressed up against him. Daryl was so lost in the kiss that he almost didn't notice him involuntarily rocking his hips and grinding against her.
He was rock-hard already, his cock straining against his jeans.
When exactly did that happen?
Knowing how he was being now, probably the moment Beth leaned in to kiss him.
The coil in his stomach tightened, all his senses were clouded by her.
He wanted to tell her to stop, to just say something to her but he couldn't. His tongue was all tied up, the only thing that left his mouth were little whines and moans.
He couldn't stop his high from approaching.
It didn't take her long to figure out what happened.
His first instinct was to run away, leave the room as soon as possible but with her weight still on top of him it was impossible.
God, he has fucked up already.
Beth surely didn't want to put up with that. She shouldn't have to put up with that. Didn't she also deserve someone that made her feel good the way he feels with her?
That was the moment he's going to loose her.
Daryl was sure of it.
Beth saw the embarrassment and panic in Daryl's eyes, wanting nothing more than him to know that it doesn't matter at all.
"It's okay."
"It ain't. 'S pathetic.", he refused harshly. His embarrassment causing him to lash out a little.
Of course he was embarrassed. What kind of grown man couldn't handle the touch of his girlfriend. What would she think of him now? A ridiculous loser who couldn't keep his shit together.
Beth slowly slid off his lap as she felt him shift uneasily underneath her.
"It's okay.", she repeated. Her hands on his face still trying to anchor him.
But Daryl turned away from her touch and immediately aimed for the door.
He made it just as far as his hand on the doorknob when...
"Daryl."
Beth's set voice rang through his ears and made him freeze.
He didn't know when she had gotten up from the couch but suddenly he felt her arms wrap around him and her head pressed against his back.
Oh, how sorry Beth must have felt for him. He could almost sense her pity in the way she hugged him. Until...
Beth actually got closer, if that was even possible.
"I honestly think that's really hot.", she sheepishly admitted.
Not to cheer him up but because it was the truth. Daryl literally came in his pants because of her.
That was the effect she had on him?
It felt good knowing that.
Daryl let his forehead fall against the door, still hiding his face from her. It was easier to speak his mind when not having to look at her.
"Ya deserve better than that... yer makin' me feel all those things and I-"
The words were caught in his throat but Beth understood what he meant nevertheless.
Beth wanted - no, she needed - him to know that she's feeling the same.
Slowly she pried him away from the door and lead him back to the couch again.
"You should know I've been wanting you too. I want you now, too.", she continued firmly holding her palm against his cheek, making him see the sincerity in her eyes. She could practically see the gears in his head turning now, trying to process her words. Determining whether he can believe them or not.
He wanted to believe her.
Her hand wandered down to his. Her fingers wrapped around his wrist and she put his hand on her inner thighs. He could already feel his jeans getting tighter. Shit, he was getting hard all over again.
"Do you really think you have no effect on me at all?", she asked him while further guiding his hand past the loose pajama pants she was wearing, letting his fingers rest over her clothed pussy.
"See?"
Her wetness has already soaked through her underwear.
"Wanna make ya feel good too... Dun really know how to.", Daryl silently admitted hoping to get some guidance from Beth.
She pushed her underwear to the side, granting Daryl complete access to her pussy and guided his fingers to gently rub circles over her clit before she again placed her hand around his wrist showing him that's she there, with him.
Daryl lets his fingers travel through her folds. Tentatively he slipped one of his fingers past her entrance and curled it up inside of her.
She let out a breathy gasp at his touch which didn't go unnoticed by him.
"That good?", he asked hesitantly.
"Yeah, don't stop.", she tried to encourage him further.
Beth nudged his thumb over her clit again and he immediately understood the clue, massaging her sensitive spot.
He experiments and watches closely. Observing, trying to figure out what feels good for her.
"Daryl, please, please, don't stop. Keep doing that.", she further encouraged him the moment his fingers reached a particularly pleasurable angle.
"That's it. You're so good.", she praised him while she came.
Beths expression contorted in pleasure and her walls fluttering and tightening around his finger made the coil in his stomach tighten.
Daryl was completely concentrated on watching her, being completely mesmerized by her.
"Daryl, you make me feel good. Do you believe me now?", she breathily told him, leaning her sweaty forehead against his.
Beth looked at him with so much love in her eyes, it almost felt overwhelming for a second. In what world did someone like Daryl get someone like Beth?
"Wanna believe ya."
"Good. You should.", Beth smiled at him again before settling against his shoulders.
When her eyes fell to the TV she was reminded of their original plans.
"I think we have to re-start the movie.", she chuckled light-hearted next to him.
"You can go change, I'll rewind it.", Beth offered, referring to his stained jeans.
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After that, everytime a (maybe not so innocent) touch of hers lead to making out again, Daryl was figuring Beth more out: what she seemed to like, what her body had a particular strong reaction to, how exactly he could make her cum...
Meanwhile Beth continued to encourage Daryl whenever they got more intimate with each other. She wanted him to talk to her, to be comfortable and especially tell her what's wrong when he sported the kicked-puppy stare, as she named it in her head.
Little did she know Daryl still had a shameful confession to make. One that he was always sure he'd be ridiculed for and never thought he'd have to tell anyone.
"I- I ain't never... y'know.", he once almost blurted out when her lips left his for a short moment.
Daryl wasn't quite sure what kind of reaction he expected but Beth just shrugging and saying "I know." definitely wasn't.
"There's nothing wrong with that.", she added.
Somehow Beth never ceased to amaze Daryl.
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"I ain't- s' stupid."
"You've seen me too. Wouldn't it be fair?", she teased him with a playful grin on her face.
"Yeh but yer beautiful..."
"And you're not?"
Daryl didn't know what to tell her. He could name at least ten different places he'd rather be in now, than being in front of her.
"Y'dun know what yer talkin' 'bout."
After Beth pulled off her own shirt she had asked to see him shirtless.
"I think I know damn well what I'm talking about."
When Daryl's hands shakily came up to the first button of his shirt, she stopped him. Pressuring Daryl into doing something he wasn't comfortable with was the least thing Beth wanted. She wanted to encourage Daryl, try and make him see himself the way she does - not force him into anything.
"You know you don't have to, right?"
Daryl didn't want to let Beth down. He didn't want to let himself down. He was already aware that he'd show her one day. But when the moment came, it just felt easier to run away or not actually go through with it.
"I know. I wanna."
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God, he wanted to be close to her twentyfour-seven. Beth occupied his mind like nothing else.
He still couldn't believe it. She really wanted to have sex with him?
Daryl liked to imagine what it'd be like if he was confident, if he wasn't afraid of actually having sex with her.
As for now, the condom that has been sitting heavy in his back pocket was just a painful reminder for him.
"You should pick up."
Beth laughed at Daryl's displeased grunt when the phone rang. Slowly, refusingly he peeled his hands off of Beths body and carefully guided her off of him. Beth couldn't help but get giddy every time Daryl wrapped his strong arms around her torso and manhandled her. She waited patiently next to him playing with the beltloops on his pants, wanting nothing more than to feel his lips on hers again.
Daryl hung up with another displeased grunt.
"Was Rick. Asked me ta come over n' help 'im with sum."
He reluctantly got up. Daryl wanted nothing more than Beth to stop him, look at him with a pleading look in her eyes and tell him that Rick could wait.
"Alright, go. I'm sure it won't be long.", she reassured him with a smile while picking up his shirt and handing it to him.
"Yeh. I'll be quick."
"I'll wait for you."
Beth pressed a quick kiss to his cheek as a goodbye before also dressing herself again.
When Daryl came back home again, he found Beth asleep on the couch. The noise Daryl made when opening the door stirred her from her sleep.
"Hey.", she softly greeted him, hair still disheveled and cheeks rosy from their previous makeout session.
Suddenly it felt vitally important to be as close to her as possible. Suddenly Daryl realized that he didn't want to wait any longer. This was the girl that encouraged him nonstop, constantly reassured him that he does well... the girl he loved.
Right now he felt a little ridiculous for being so scared when she did nothing but make him feel comfortable, even though he himself knows that he isn't easy to deal with.
"Beth. Need ya."
He lowly whispered the words but they almost seemed to echo off of the walls of the otherwise empty room.
Her whole body felt on fire at the way he said it: Resolute, trusting, lovingly... needy.
Did this mean...
"Been thinkin' n' I wanna... I wanna- I want you."
The way he gazed at her erased all her doubts whether he really meant what she thought he meant. She understood.
Daryl eagerly tugged at Beths shirt nudging at her to take it off. When her hands finally followed what he wished for his own hands tensed up still partially wrapped around her waist, thus preventing her from taking off her shirt. He'd seen Beth shirtless many times before but the prospect of what was about to come hung heavy in the air.
He was resolved to finally fully be inside of her, but his mind went into overdrive and his determination quickly made way for his anxiety.
A thousand thoughts and doubts seemed to flood his mind within seconds.
Beth has always been the one that was in charge whenever they were doing what they were doing right now.
But it was her first time too - he should be the one to take lead, not her. That was the stuff that was expected by a man, right?
"Daryl, there's nothing to be scared of.", Beth's voice broke the tense silence in the room.
"Dunno. 'S yer first time. Shouldn't I, dunno, take the lead or somethin'?", Daryl asked her.
"So what? It's your first time too and we can do it however we like. There are no rules."
Beths reassuring words relieved Daryl a little and he released the tense grip he had on her body for his hand to caress her cheek.
"Just dun wanna let ya down."
He avoided her gaze while he admitted that.
"You could never dissappoint me."
She pressed a kiss to the palm of his hand,
"Daryl, I want you the way you are... because of the way you are."
Her hands came up to unbutton his shirt this time.
"This okay?", she quickly made sure they're still on the same page.
"Yeh."
"You okay with this?", he asked again when his hands were about to pull down her pants.
"More than okay.", she eagerly nodded.
When he was finally lined up with her, doubts seemed to come to his mind again.
Daryl never really thought about his size but when he was now he couldn't help but think about all of the times Beth's small hand was wrapped around his cock... the last thing he wants is to hurt her.
"Ain't wanna hurt ya or anythin'."
"You're not. We'll just go slow, alright?"
"Mhm.", he nodded yet not proceeding.
Beth gave him another encouraging nod and he slowly pushed the tip of his cock past her entrance.
"Go on. Wanna feel all of you."
Her words sent shivers down his spine and he obliged.
"I ain't hurtin' ya, am I?", he checked on her while slowly sliding his dick deeper inside of her.
"I'm so wet for you. See, all easy.", she breathed out while trying not to grimace at the slight pain. Daryl was quite big, so it wasn't a big deal, but she didn't have the heart to tell him.
All she needed was just some time to adjust, which she knew he would give her regardless.
"How's it feel?", he silently asked her as soon as he was buried to the hilt.
"Feels good. 'N for you?", Beth curiously smiled at him.
"Ya feel so-", his voice - laced with neediness and that particular rasp only Daryl had - never failed to give her butterflies in her stomach and now made her accidentally squeeze her walls tighter around his throbbing cock, "Fuck. Feels good."
"You can move, if you want."
He carefully pulled out a little and thrusted up into her again. He continued his movements until he found a steady rythm.
She felt so good completely wrapped around him he couldn't hold back his desperate whines and moans even if he tried. She also got more and more used to his size and started to feel pleasure from his movements that hit those certain spots he already knew so well.
"Fuck.", he whined out as the coil in his stomach tightened after only a couple of thrusts. He knew he wouldn't last with the way she felt around him.
"Fuck, Beth I-", he tried to warn her, but it was just too much. The way she felt around him, how her hands clung to his arms... He became hyper-aware of every single spot they made contact with each other. Daryl let his head fall into the crook of her neck and came, almost bringing her close to her orgam as he rode out his own.
"Shit. 'M sorry.", he quickly pulled away from her. Beth just looked at him a little confused.
"I- ya didn't even- gotta return the favor."
Daryl felt that certain shame again, like he dissappointed Beth.
"We're not keeping score.", she reassured him.
"Wanna make ya feel good too..."
"You made me feel good."
"Not like 'm supposed to."
Just when Beth wanted to respond something to his comment Daryl started to press kisses onto her neck again.
"Daryl what are you-"
She intently watched him as he trailed his lips lower across her stomach. Daryl gave her a look that asked for permission before nudging her thighs open again.
Beth now understood what Daryl had in mind.
"Daryl you don't have to."
"I wanna. Let me."
He looked at her eagerly before continuing his trail of kisses until he was buried between her thighs.
This was not the first time he was eating her out and he knew where to touch her to have her writhe beneath him. Beth's hands immediately found their way into his locks, tugging at the strands. There was nothing Daryl enjoyed more then the little whines and moans Beth let out. He always wanted to please her and felt a certain sense of pride when bringing her over the edge like this. So much that it almost overshadowed the embarrassment he felt from earlier.
"Fuck, Daryl.", Beth cursed out as she came.
"Dirty mouth ya got there.", he teased her while looking up from her thighs. His hair was all disheveled and his beard glistened with her juices.
Beth playfully rolled her eyes at his comment.
"Thanks."
She pressed another kiss to his lips.
"I should thank ya."
Daryl bashfully told her while wrapping his arms around her.
"We should go clean up. And then go to sleep, I'm pretty tired.", she told him with a yawn after a few moments in Daryl's tight embrace.
He can't remember ever sleeping that well, with Beth's arms wrapped around him. With her it seemed like there was nothing to be afraid of. Daryl truly didn't know how he deserved that.
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"Gotta get up. Dog needs ta go out.", he informed.
"Can he wait a second?", she shifted to get a better look of him. Judging by the fact that Dog didn't literally break down their door or impatiently claw at it yet they still had some time - as calm as he was now, he was most likely still asleep.
He shrugged.
"Yeh."
"Okay, good", her fingers caressed his face, pushing away the stubborn hair strands sticking to his forehead and covering his eyes, "Daryl, I enjoyed last night. I hope you did too."
He leaned into Beths touch and closed his eyes, almost attempting to hide his flushed face again. She couldn't help but smile - he was so cute.
"Hey, you need to talk to me", she gave him a quick peck on his cheek, "Don't want to do anything you're not comfortable with."
"Ya ain't. I- uh liked it."
Daryl had never been good with words. But Beth made him want to try and find the right words anyways.
"Was good. 'Cause 't was with ya. With ya everything's good."
He fidgeted with his hands and bit at his fingernails, she almost didn't understand him, but couldn't help but get all giddy at his words.
"I also think so."
With Daryl things were different than she initially expected. But definitely in a good way.
Summary: Daryl and you go on your first date together
Somewhat modern au (mentions of phones)
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He had taken a shower, combed his hair more or less out of his face, put on a shirt he'd barely worn before - it looked properly clean and relatively new, no cuts or sleeves ripped off. He almost fully buttoned it up, just leaving the top button open. He also wore some of the cheap aftershave he once bought. Lastly, he took a look in the mirror. He looked... different than usual. More clean and proper and suiting for a girl like you. He made his way out but not without putting on his signature vest - you also had once complimented it and said that you liked it - he buttoned it up to look more put together.
As he made his way, every step he made felt wrong - normally he'd go out like this to hunt or take a walk through the woods - not go on a date for fucks sake! Even though your date also consisted of taking a walk and it's not like he didn't know you - you were friends. But he was nervous. He lit a cigarette, he couldn't help but take a pack with him, in case he needed to calm his nerves.
"Hey!", you already greeted him from afar. Your steps quickened to reach him.
He shyly greeted you back and put out his cigarette.
"You know that's bad for you, right?", you teased him pointing to the cigarette. He just shrugged.
"Bad habit, I s'pose."
"You look good.", you complimented him. You noticed the effort he put in - how his hair was more shiny, how he looked more clean than usual.
"Dunno."
He looked away - the tips of his ears red.
You could've sworn he muttered something along the lines of 'ya too'. Your date was fun - it was normal and like the other times you had spent time together. Daryl wasn't a big talker but you knew that before so you had to somewhat take the lead during conversation. As you strolled through the woods you carefully took his hand in yours and he reciprocated without flinching away or hesitating. Usually Daryl wasn't so keen on touch, you didn't know the exact reason but you had a good guess. You've heard stories about the Dixons, you figured what kind of people they were.
By the time you reached the crossing where the two of you had to part ways, you didn't quite want to leave him.
"I've actually never seen your house. Even though we live so close to each other.", you realized.
"Maybe 'nother time."
"So I guess there will be a second date?", you nudged his shoulder.
He playfully shrugged and slightly smiled.
"See you next time, then."
He hummed in agreement and the two of you parted ways.
"Hey wait, Daryl! What's your phone number? I don't only want to meet you by running into you coincidentally. Sorry, I just thought of it.", you smiled sheepishly.
Daryl Dixon who feels different around you but he doesn't know why. It's confusing, he feels uncomfortable but it also feels good to be with you. It makes his stomach feel fuzzy and his instincts tell him to run but he seeks you out again and again. He just doesn't know why but things feel different around you. He himself doesn't realize that these are the side effects of falling for someone. He only thinks about that when Carol asks him about it, and then Rick too and then Michonne also tries to nudge him into the right direction. Then, he thinks more about it and he realizes that there was indeed something. When he thinks about it, he doesn't think about it as being in love, he isn't quite ready to be in love with someone yet, but now he knows that he wants to protect you and care for you and follow you no matter how many hardships it'll bring for him. Only problem: Just because now he knows what's going on, doesn't solve anything - it only makes it worse. Now he's even more nervous and stumbling over his words and doesn't know what to do with himself when he seeks you out again and again.
Trafalgar Law who is emotionally constipated and he doesn't know that he feels something for you, he wants you safe, yes, but he also doesn't necessarily want anyone else in danger either. Yes, he is worried about your health, but he's also worried about the health of everyone of his friends. What's different about you is that he wants himself to be more important to you than everyone else. He wants to be special to you. He can't name it, he can't admit that he's got a crush on you and wants you to like him back. So he'll just imagine in his head that you're more worried about him than anyone else and that you admire him like the love interests admire the hero in the comics he reads. That's also how he discovers what's going on - he thinks a lot about you. He wants to know what makes his mind wonder if you care about him - and then, when he reads one of his comics again and mentally picks apart why he is imagining that this could be the two of you, he realizes: maybe he's in love with you.
