Connor has run countless self-diagnostics. There is no logical explanation for why he processes information differently when it comes to you.
Why his thirium pump reacts oddly when you’re close. Beats harder.
Why he replays footage of you smiling more often than necessary.
He understands emotions now. It’s been a while since he deviated. But this?
This is something more.
And when Hank catches him staring at you one day, with an expression that is far too soft for a machine once built to be emotionless, the old detective just sighs.
“Kid, you’ve got it bad.”
Connor blinks. “…I do not understand.”
Hank just smirks, patting him on the shoulder. “You will.”
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it acts as a sort of cooling system kind of like how computers and other electronics that are meant to function for long periods of time have built-in fans
They have a synthetic lung like component that circulates oxygen and keeps them from overheating from the inside
It had been a long, stressful day for Daryl. The least you could do was help him relax.
Warnings: smut (18+), established relationship, kinda submissive Daryl, p-in-v (its wrapped guys dw), riding, set in season 10 (I think its episode 4, after Lydia gets jumped by those people), small Lydia cameo, no use of Y/N, Daryl gets bathed
Word Count: 2.3k
It had been a long day for Alexandria. Daryl was currently talking to Lydia, who was sitting in the cell below the house because she didn't feel safe anywhere else. She had gotten attacked by a group of people who blamed her for The Whisperers doing. The thought of her getting hurt made your blood boil - sure, you were skeptical of her at first when she first arrived (who wasn't?), but you had grown close to her after the last months. You knew Lydia was a good person, you knew all the pain and suffering she had been through. She didn't deserve any of it.
You sat in the house, making dinner for you all, as well as Lydia. Dog sat at your feet, watching you intently. You smiled a little and rolled your eyes. "Greedy dog.." you muttered, breaking off a piece of meat and blowing on it before throwing it down for Dog. He happily ate away at it, letting out a soft huff as if to thank you.
You brought Lydia down her food first. You walked down, stepping into the cell. You saw Daryl leaning against the bars, and he immediately looks up at you when he hears the door open. He straightens up, offering you a small smile. You return the smile before turning back to Lydia.
"Here, thought you'd be hungry." You say softly, opening the cell door and walking over to place the plate on the bedside table. Lydia smiled weakly up at you, taking the plate of food. You place a gentle hand on her shoulder before stepping back to Daryl, closing the cell door behind you. You bid goodnight to Lydia, letting her know that if she needed anything just to holler. Daryl follows close behind you, and you intertwine your fingers with his.
Once you both are back in the house, you set the table, handing him his plate of food. "Here, hun," You murmur.
"Thanks," He says quietly, giving you a small but genuine smile before sitting down. You sat down in front of him with your food, taking the first bite.
"How is she?" You asked after a few moments.
"Still shaken up," Daryl muttered, taking a bite of his food.
You nod in understanding. You both finished your food in silence, but exchanged soft and love filled looks every now and then. You could tell he was stressed, and you made a note in your head to help him with that later. Once you were finished eating, you took the dishes and started running the tap. Daryl grabbed a washcloth, and began drying the now washed dishes as you handed them to him. It was simple moments like these that you enjoyed the most. It was just you and him - that's all that mattered to you in this god forsaken world.
After a while you finally turned the tap off, and he kissed your head. "Gotta go radio Michonne, tell her everything that happened." Daryl said, slightly muffled against your hair. You nod, smiling up and him and pecking his lips.
"Don't be too long," You whisper against his lips. He let out a soft laugh before turning and walking out the front door to go radio. You watch him leave before sighing, putting the dish cloth back onto the stove door handle before heading upstairs. After a while, you decide to get a bath ready for Daryl when he returned.
You got the bubble soap you had found on a run a while back. You poured lots in as the water ran into the tub, making sure it was nice and hot. You were lighting a few candles when you heard the front door open downstairs. You smile, turning off the bathroom light. You heard the familiar thud of his feet coming up the steps, and you stepped out into the hallway. Daryl locks eyes with you, and his gaze immediately softened.
You smile, walking over to him and kissing him. "How'd it go?"
Daryl grunted, resting his hands on your hips. "Good, 'guess. Hilltop ain't lookin' too hot, so Michonne is stayin' longer to help out."
You nod a little, reaching up and brushing his hair from his face. After a moment you spoke up again. "C'mon, got a hot bath waiting for you."
Daryl's eyes widen a little but follows you. You lead him to the bathroom, and close the door behind you both. The room has is warmly illuminated from the candles, creating a romantic atmosphere. He lets out a soft, surprised grunt. "Wha's alla this for?" He asked.
You smile and begin to push his vest off his shoulders, folding it and placing it on the sink counter. "You deserve it. Try to relax, yeah?" You kiss his shoulder before lifting his shirt up over his head. He lifts his arms for you, still watching you intently.
"didn't need ta do allat for me.." Daryl muttered.
You just roll your eyes and reach down to undo his belt. You push his pants and boxers down, and he was finally naked in front of you. You smile up at him and kiss his collarbone before guiding him into the bath. You stood back up when he got comfortable in the warm soapy water, and began to undress yourself. Daryl watched you get undressed - not in a perverted way, but in an admiring way. He watched the curves of your body, some skin slightly rolling when you bent down when taking your jeans off. You fold all your clothes next to his before stepping into the water in front of him.
You rest your hands on his knees, smiling up at him. "The water okay?" You ask softly. He only nodded, still watching your face intently.
After a few moments you grab the loofah from the shelf and poured some soap into it, before lathering it up against Daryl's chest. He let out a soft, content sigh, relaxing even more.
Time passed by comfortably. You washed his body and hair with care, making sure to get every bit of dirt off of him. He got fussy at times, trying to have a little control over the situation, but eventually gave up when he realized you weren't one to back down. Once he was clean, he finally spoke up.
"Can I wash ya too?" Daryl asked quietly, already reaching for the loofah. You were quick to agree, getting comfortable between his legs. He wasted no time, lathering up the soap and scrubbing it softly into your skin. Your eyes flutter shut as his fingers hold your body still as he washed you, and you enjoyed every second of it.
After a while, the water started to cool down and your fingers started to prune. You unplugged the bath, standing with Daryl. You stepped out first, reaching for a towel and handing it to him before grabbing your own. You dried each other off with loving strokes, watching each other with gentle eyes.
Once you are both dry and wrapped in towels, you guide him to the bedroom. You sit him down, grabbing his sleep clothes and setting them down beside him. You were about to grab your own clothes when Daryl caught your wrist. You glance down at him, tilting your head and smiling. He smiled back, almost shy, and tugged you closer to him.
You sit down beside him, watching him intently. You were about to speak up when he cupped your face, tilting his head down and capturing your lips in a kiss. Your eyes widen a little before you quickly melt into him, hand gripping his bicep.
"what..." kiss "brought this on?" You murmur against Daryl's lips, eyes fluttering open. After a moment of more kissing, he finally pulled back, panting slightly. He looked into your eyes, slightly hazy.
"just... Miss ya.." Daryl rasped, a faint blush creeping on his face. He always got sheepish when talking about intimacy, and it made your heart warm.
"yeah?" You whisper, brushing some damp hair from his face. He nods desperately, hand lifting to rest on your thigh. You smile, leaning up and kissing him again. He made a small sound, bordering on a sigh and a whine. You cup his jaw, and after a few moments you throw a leg over his and straddle his hips.
Daryl's hands immediately come up to rest on your waist, letting out a soft breath. You move down to kiss his neck, hands running down his scarred chest. You gently roll your hips, and he bucked up, letting out a moan.
You smile, kissing his shoulder. "Sensitive, are we?"
"shut up, woman.." He growled, but there was no real heat behind it. He guided your hips down to grind harder down on his crotch, the fabric of the towel being the only thing separating you both.
"We still got condoms, right?" You whisper, shuffling down his thighs a little to reach for his towel. Daryl nodded, holding the small of your back to stabilize you as he leaned over to open the bedside table drawer. He rummaged around for a moment before pulling back, rubber in hand.
You tug off Daryl's towel, letting it fall and pushing it to the ground. He reached up, unfolding your towel and tugging it off. He let out a content sigh before leaning in and kissing your breast, sucking on your nipple. You let out a soft moan, raking your fingers through his hair and tugging. He whimpered against your skin at the tug, rutting up against you on instinct.
You push Daryl's hips down before rolling off of him. You pat his thigh to make him move further up the bed, and he did, until he met the headboard. You took the condom from his fingers and tore it open with your teeth. Before you rolled it on, you took his now exposed cock in your hand and stroked it slowly.
Daryl let out a strangled moan, heading falling back against the wood of the bed. "F-fuck, baby c'mon don't tease.." he whispered, voice raspy from need. He bucked up into your hand before reaching for your wrist. "Please."
You let out a soft hum and pinch the tip of the condom before rolling it on. He twitched at your touch, already leaking pre. Once the rubber was rolled on, you straddled him again. Daryl dug his nails into your hips, huffing out a breath. You rolled your folds along his shaft, causing him to moan, before you finally sunk down on him.
Daryl whined - actually whined - before he pulled you further down onto him. You hissed a little, having not been prepared. "F-fuck, 'm sorry, I'm s-sorry-" he said immediately.
You shush him, cupping his face. "It's okay baby, just take it slow yeah?"
Daryl nodded desperately before hugging you tighter to his body, letting you control the pace now. You finally sunk down completely on him, both letting out shaky breaths. After a moment of adjusting, you finally rocked your hips back and forth. You dig your nails into his bicep, eyes fluttering shut as you rest your forehead against his shoulder.
Daryl shudders, hands resting on your hips as they move against him. It was beautiful, really - Daryl beneath you like this, almost trembling. The way your bodies moved in sync, clicking together like two pieces of a puzzle. You let out soft sighs and moans, which was music to Daryl's ears.
"Y'feel so good.." he whispered, voice a little hoarse.
You nod, lips parted as you lift your head up to look down at him. "Love you, Daryl. So much.." you whisper, panting a little.
Daryl let's out a soft, strangled moan, ducking his head down. He was always awkward when you said that you loved him, not really bringing himself to say it back. He didn't know how to say it, not really - he was never good with words. But whenever you said it, with those sincere innocent eyes, good lord - he was putty in your hands.
He began to buck up into you with needy thrusts, chest heaving. You grabbed his shoulders to steady yourself, feeling yourself tighten around him. You kiss him again, and his hand came up to rest on the nape of your neck, pulling you impossibly closer. God, how did he get so lucky?
It continued like that for a while, him thrusting up into you as he let little whines and moans slip past his lips as you panted above him, hips meeting his. It wasn't long until you both started to tremble.
" 'm c-close.." Daryl whispered, nails digging into your skin a little.
You nodded, grinding down on him a little harder, with more need. "Me too, baby... C'mon, you gonna cum with me, hm?"
Daryl whined and nodded hopelessly, looking up at you.
You let out a soft sigh and sped up, the only sound in the room being the slap of skin and your shared laboured breaths. He held onto you, using you as an anchor to not get lost in his head. His eyes fluttered shut, thighs tensing under you.
It wasn't long before you moaned loudly, nails biting into his shoulder as you came undone around him. You trembled, panting heavily as you fluttered around his shaft. He cried out, the feeling of your juices coating him and seeping down made him finally release.
Daryl let out a strangled cry, slamming you down onto him and holding you in place. He whimpered as he filled the condom, twitching inside you. After a few moments of blacking out from the intense pleasure, he snapped back to reality when he noticed his almost bruising grip on you. "F-fuck, sorry.." he whispered, loosening his grip and sliding his hands down to rest on your thighs.
You panted and nodded, falling forward to slouch against him. You were both panting, too blissed out to move. You slowly wrap your arms around his neck, lazily kissing his cheek. "You're amazing, y'know that?"
Daryl couldn't hide the dark red dusting his cheeks and he kissed your shoulder, trying to hide his face. "Should be sayin that t'ya... Love ya.." he whispered so quiet you almost didn't hear it. Your eyes soften, knowing it wasn't something he was always comfortable to say. You lean back and cup his face, brushing his hair away.
