#camebackforthehat

[dixonaintnobodysbitch]

He walks over to Daryl, reaching out to grab one of his hands. "Just missed you, s'all."

Daryl squeezes Rick's hand and pulls him into a gentle embrace, hugging him and resting his chin on Rick's shoulder. "Missed you too." He mumbles, snaking his arms around Rick's waist. "A lot."

[dixonaintnobodysbitch]

"Dare..."

Daryl looks up and gets up off the bunk immediately when he sees the other man's expression. "Rick? S'wrong darlin'?"

[dixonaintnobodysbitch]

"Hey." He comes to stand next to Daryl, a hand reaching to touch his elbow. "How're you feeling?"

"Hey." Daryl leans over and kisses him on the cheek, hoping Rick isn't still mad at him. "M'okay. Sorry 'bout last night."

[dixonaintnobodysbitch]

He's just gonna casually show up and curl an arm around Daryl's waist, nuzzling at his neck lightly.

Daryl smiles when Rick puts an arm around him. He turns slightly and presses a kiss to his cheek, wrapping an arm around his shoulders. Rick's been getting a cold, and Daryl wishes he could cheer him up.

"How y'feelin', darlin'?"

[dixonaintnobodysbitch]

[ENOUGH

ENOUGH NOW

FUCK THIS MOVIE]

[dixonaintnobodysbitch]

[watching Love Actually I'm gonna c r y.]

[dixonaintnobodysbitch]

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Here's an extract of the next part of my college AU fic. 

I'm posting this because my poor Rick is sad and I want to cheer them up.

THIS IS THE FLUFFIEST BIT I HAVE.

[Rick has been working on an essay all night. Daryl makes him take a break and he falls asleep.]

It's the clattering of pots and pans that wakes him, not the singing.

"Baby you light up my world like nobody else."

Rick cracks his eyes open to see the blurry image of his boyfriend's back as he stands at the kitchen sink. Is Daryl doing his dishes? And singing to himself?

"The way that you flip your hair gets me over—shit, where d'you go?" He pauses his singing to talk absent-mindedly to the glass he's been drying, opening a few cupboards before he finds the right one.

If it's possible for Rick to fall further in love with this idiot, that's when it happens. He hasn't seen Daryl this relaxed yet, talking freely and even singing away to himself. He wishes he could put his glasses on to see him more clearly, but he doesn't want to break the spell.

Daryl doesn't exactly seem like the kind of guy who'd sing One Direction with an audience.

"But when you smile at the ground it ain't hard to tell."

His voice is quiet, gravelly, and Rick feels himself falling back asleep. He's warm, relaxed, and there's a hot guy in his kitchen.

Life ain't so bad sometimes.

"You don't know, oh oh, you don't know you're beautiful…"

[mslorigrimes-archived]

Hey, hey! Is there anything in particular that you wanna write?

Ho! Ho! Ho! I don't have any ideas at the moment...do you?