We Sink
Daryl Dixon/Aaron - The Walking Dead
Summary: Daryl and Aaron are in love and scared to do anything about it. Plus things keep getting in the way.
From the fic:
At some point, Aaron's hand didn't move. He was holding onto Daryl. His eyes were on Daryl, even if his vision was blurred enough that it looked like Daryl had two noses. Was he close enough that his eyes were crossing, or was he that drunk?
It hadn't been very long since Eric died. It didn’t seem like it anyway. Time was blurred together. The feelings that Aaron was having about Daryl shouldn't be happening. It was too soon. Maybe his feelings for Daryl were something underlying that hadn't gotten a chance to be explored before. So what was wrong with it now?
Or maybe he was just lonely. And Daryl was there.
It was a gentle kiss at first. Aaron leaned in and the touch of Daryl's lips against his own was enough to sober him up some, but not enough to stop. His hand slid down Daryl's bicep, then it urged Daryl to touch him back. Daryl didn't, and he didn’t kiss Aaron back either.
Suddenly, Aaron felt self-conscious and guilty. Maybe Daryl could read that Aaron was conflicted. Maybe Daryl didn't didn't want him. He pulled back, searching Daryl's expression for something. But Daryl didn't move, his expression was unreadable as usual.
“I'm sorry - ”
“Don't.” Daryl interrupted.
Aaron took a deep breath. He leaned back in to kiss Daryl again. This time Daryl kissed him back, soft and tentative. His hand was shaking under Aaron's. Drunk, but not too drunk to notice Daryl's reaction to kissing him wasn't nearly as passionate as Aaron wanted, he pulled back again. Aaron touched his hand to his lips, tracing the tingling feeling for a quick moment. “Oh god, I'm so sorry.” He said, head dropping to his hands.















