daryl dixon x artist partner drabble.. — gn reader
synopsis: daryl seeing himself through your eyes, i wrote this thinking of alexandria but there aren’t any specifications towards an era aside from living in a house
might do daryl w/ artist partner hcs because this is pretty short and lowk poorly written.. i just love this idea
you sat on the couch in your shared home with daryl. he cleaned his arrows and knife on the other side. you turned, facing him with a notebook in your lap and pencil in your hand. you stared at him, analyzing for a minute.
he looked at you and furrowed his eyebrows. “the hell ya doin’?”
“nothing, nothing. just keep doing whatever you're doing.”
he shrugged at you as he scoffed. he did as you said.
you sketched him on your page, looking up every minute or two to make sure you were getting his features right, getting to admire him was a plus. he didn't pay attention to what you did, continuing to clean his things with the sound of your pencil scratching paper filling the room.
this went on for a while, you lost track of time, but you finished the basic sketch and started doing some more defined shading. by that time, he was done, and got up to put his things away.
“hey- hey, wait, come back,” you mumbled as he walked away.
“’m still right here,” he chuckled. “what on earth are ya doin’?”you chuckled to yourself at the fact he didn't piece it together.
he knew you used to be into art, but once the world fell, you clearly left it. you did some small doodles from time to time, usually something related to daryl. his crossbow or bike, the wings on his vest.
he thought it was sweet, he encouraged you to get back into it and would try to find supplies for you. he'd brush it off with ‘i just found it, it was nothin’,’ even if he checked multiple shops and fought off a group of walkers just to get a couple charcoal pencils or paint brushes because you mentioned it a day ago.
“seeing you just- there,” before your eyes darted up, you pulled your head back from the sketch. “it brought this back.” you flipped it around to show daryl.
he stood closer to you, taking the notebook in his hand and staring at the drawing. you watched the corners of his mouth twitch upwards, a hidden smile creeping up on his face as he looked down at you. “‘t’s great. ‘bout time you picked this up again.”
“i’m not done with it yet but-“ he cut you off, “don't matter, y’know you're talented. ain’t ever had somethin like this done for me before.”
you smiled at him, smug doused in sarcasm, even if there was truth behind your words, “you're my muse, darlin’.”
“shut up,” he rolled his eyes. “so sappy.” “yeah, you don't like it,” lightheartedly scoffing at him.
you pulled him down next to you, your arm slithering around his waist. you kissed his neck, slowly pecking down to his shoulder as he analyzed the drawing, seeing himself through your eyes. “‘t’s great though, really-“ his gruff voice low and sweet.
“i’m glad you think so. i got too many supplies from your runs to not get back into this. plus, ya just looked so..” your voice trailed off as you squinted, trying to find the words. he turned to look at you as he raised an eyebrow. “so what?”
your tone matches his, slightly mocking. “peaceful. beautiful.”
“again,” he rolled his eyes. “ain't a romance movie.” you softly laughed at him. you cradled his face with one hand as you started to pepper it with kisses, he pretended to wince but there was no effort to pull back. you mumbled, “how’s that for your romance,” in between playful kisses. you pressed one last kiss next to his mole, his stubble scratching against your chin.
just as you pulled away, he pushed your lips together. it was rough as usual, but sweet. “love ya even if you’re corny.”
“i love you, too,” you stamped his temple with another kiss. “and i know you love it.”
with no heat behind his tone, he scoffed at you, muttering, “stupid,” before leaning into your touch.
he never denied it, he knew it was true. he’d never admit it nonetheless.
