Daryl glances up at him and Rick takes in a sharp breath despite himself, lost for a moment in a sea of deep, dark blue. Nothing like the painting, Rick thinks, that has a color that was too dull, too even and not nearly dark enough, more like the colors of oceans and rivers and not like this--the dark feel of damp denim that’s been worn and used not because it was needed, but because it was loved, because it was comfortable and it fit.
Left of Center, Bullseye on Hearts by Michelle_A_Emerlind
When Daryl and Rick meet, sparks fly and the chemistry is so thick it could be cut with a knife. The only problem? Rick is still stuck in a failing marriage and Daryl is trying to make it work for the millionth time with Shane, even though this attraction to Rick doesn't just feel like lust--it feels something more like love. But with everything stacked against them, do they even have a chance?
I put off reading this one for way too long because I wasn’t sure how I felt about Shane/Daryl, and man do I regret it. (Daryl calling Shane a “D*cklicker” in chapter 1 made me laugh for ages and I was hooked) This fic was awesome. It was so romantic and packed with forbidden love type pining, my heart nearly burst. I thought it was cool that the author didn’t go the obvious route with Shane and Lori either.
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