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MASTER LIST -- REQUESTING INFO
At the beginning of your relationship, Daryl wasn't very physically affectionate.
Not because he didn't want to touch you, but because he was rather inexperienced and didn't want to make you uncomfortable.
He had never experienced being loved or loving someone else in that way, so it was nerve-wracking for him - he didn't want to mess it up.
So you took things slow for the first couple of months - reserving hand-holding and kisses for when you were alone.
When Daryl became more comfortable in your relationship, he quickly came to realize that he loved being intimate with you.
The highlights of his day would be when you shared kisses or secret touches.
Since Daryl wasn't really into PDA, he made sure to make it up to you when you were alone.
In private he was one of the most affectionate people you had come across (though he would completely deny it).
He loved to wake up before you, so that he could just hold your sleeping form in his arms.
He really loved hugging you.
He would sneak up on you in the morning when you were making breakfast and hug you from behind.
When you were reunited after being separated by long missions, he would scoop you up in his arms and spin you around in the air.
Daryl also loved your lips.
He loved how warm and soft they felt against his.
He loved the way moans would fall from them whilst he was deep inside you.
He loved how your lips looked around him when you sucked him off.
And most of all, he loved the way your lips would stretch into the most beautiful smile he had ever laid eyes on.
He liked to leave dark love-bites trailing along your neck for everybody to see. Despite not being into PDA, he still liked people to know you were his.
Kissing - lots of it.
He loved to share slow kisses as he made love to you first thing in the morning.
He loved the small pecks on the lips when you were in a rush.
He loved the heated, sloppy kisses you shared when he thrust deep inside of you late at night.
He loved to trail hot kisses along your trembling thighs.
He loved forehead kisses, cheek kisses and jawline kisses.
When it came to sex, it all depended on his mood.
He enjoyed slow, gentle love-making after a long day.
He also enjoyed fucking you, hard and fast in the middle of the night.
He made it a personal goal to get you to cum at least once a day, if not more.
Daryl also loved cuddling.
He liked to make sure you felt protected, so each night you would fall asleep wrapped in his strong arms.
He was usually the big spoon, but on particularly difficult days, he would be the small spoon.
Daryl was also really into acts of service and he was always there to help you.
He enjoyed going out hunting to make sure you ate well every day.
If you ever needed help fixing your car, he was there to help.
If you needed something specific on a run, Daryl would go to the damn ends of the earth to find it for you.
Though he would never tell you this, he would purposely place objects in high up places or tighten the lids on jars, just so you would ask him for help.
Overall, he would go to no end to make sure you were happy and safe.
Request: “Hi, angst prompt with Daryl? “I couldn’t save Merle, I couldn’t save Beth, hell I couldn’t even save that little girl back at the farm” “I can’t fucking imagine to lose you too’”
Word Count: 918
Warnings: Language, mentions of previous characters deaths, very angsty, fluff also
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Daryl has been extra weird over the course of the last few days. He will be extra clingy, but as soon as you try to talk he’ll shut you down and act like you are bothering him. It is so bizarre, and you cannot figure out why he is acting like this. Being on the road since Terminus has taken a toll on the group, sure, but it’s like Daryl has reverted back to the man he was when this all started. Shut off and quiet, acting like he doesn’t care about anyone.
You know that is isn’t true, because this entire time he has been trailing behind everyone, watching out for any danger. He hasn’t been drinking or eating, always giving up his portion to you or the others, and he is constantly heading out into the woods in search of water. You know that he is mourning Beth, you could tell that they grew close when they were alone. You weren’t jealous, because she was not only much much younger than him, but you knew Daryl well enough to know he would never cheat on you, even if you were separated, and he wouldn’t even be able to move on that fast.
You felt bad, when you saw him come out holding Beth’s limp body, you had always cared for the young girl. You felt the worst for Maggie, who shut off entirely after that day. You are glad that she still has Glenn, otherwise you don’t know what she would do…
You look behind you and spot Daryl looking around, somewhat far off from the group, crossbow in his hands as he keeps watch. There isn’t too much need for someone to specifically be on watch, considering how many of you there are and no one is sleeping, but you know it is his guilt and his emotions getting the better of him.
You stand up from where the group is gathered, resting before you continue walking to who knows where, and head over to Daryl. He hears you coming and turns his head to face you, a look you don’t recognize on his face as he looks away. “Can we talk?” You mutter once you are close enough. He doesn’t look at you for a moment, and you feel a pang in your chest as you await him to say or do anything. Finally, he nods, clearly knowing where this is going, because he starts to walk off into the woods, expecting you to follow him. The sun has not set entirely yet, so it isn’t too unsafe out here, especially as long as you are with Daryl.
After a minute or two, he turns, facing you, his crossbow slung over his shoulder. Neither of you speak for a moment, not quite sure what to say. “I know you lost something back there…” You mumble, kicking at the dirt bny your feet. “We all did.” You continue, not meeting his eye. “I just… wanted to see if I could do anything for ya…?” You ask, sheepishly looking up to see him staring at you, a dead look in his face. He seems emotionless, but you know that isn’t true. He is hurting, and he needs someone, if he’ll just let you in…
“I’m fine.” He mumbles, looking around.
“I know you Daryl… I know you need your space and time to heal but I’m only worried about you.” You explain, trying to make him understand that you love and care for him. He knows that you do, he is just pretending that he doesn’t. He doesn’t speak, and after a few moments pass, you sigh, turning to head back to the group.
“I couldn’t save her…” He mutters, startling you. You turn back around, looking at him hanging his head. “I couldn’t save her. Or Merle… Couldn’t save Hershell… Hell, I couldn’t save that little girl back at the farm.” With each word, his voice grows louder and he is basically hollering, his eyes watering as he waves his arm, sniffling and looking away from you. Your heart breaks at the sight, and you step closer to him, only making him take a step back. “I can’t protect no one!” He exclaims, laughing at himself as he hastily wipes away a tear before it can fall.
“Daryl…” You mutter, unsure of what to say to comfort him.
“Nah,” He says, pulling away and turning around, not wanting you to see him like this. Tears well up in your eyes as you watch this brave man fall apart in front of you. “I can’t fuckin imagine losin you too.” He mumbles once he turns back around, his sad eyes finally making contact with yours. You let out a sad gasp and walk over to him, ignoring him tense as you hug him tightly.
“You aren’t going to Daryl. You aren’t. You’ve kept me alive this long.” You try to reassure him, feeling him sulk under your arms and a small sob escape him as he holds you close, cherishing your comfort.
When you pull away, you wipe away the tears on his cheeks and kiss his hand, interlocking your fingers with him. “I love you. I’m not going anywhere.” You promise, feeling a little successful as he nods at you, accepting your words. “C’mon. You need to rest, you haven’t in days.” You say, leading him back to the road by his hand, which he doesn’t let go of for the rest of the night.
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