#daryl: threads

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starter for @lunarruled | Daryl & Kyleigh

Daryl sat on the cabin porch, absently turning an arrow between his fingers. The familiar weight of it felt steady — something he needed lately. His gaze flickered toward the woods where he knew Kyleigh had wandered off, probably to clear her head. She wasn't unlike him in that way.

Hearing footsteps behind him, Daryl tilted his head slightly. ❝You think you were gonna sneak past me?❞ He asked, almost teasing. They had talked a lot the night that Kyleigh had revealed her secret to him, but things had been weird since then. There was no use in tiptoeing around it. Not at this point. ❝I ain’t stupid. Seems like you're avoiding me.❞

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💖 starter for @fcllederage | Daryl & Hyacinthe

Before meeting Hyacinthe, Daryl wasn't sure that he had ever been on a date. It was a little embarrassing, but Hyacinthe didn't seem to care about the things that he had, or hadn't, done in the past. He thought that he wasn't so bad at it now, didn't feel awkward like he had the first few times. In fact, he might've been a little proud of himself for this one.

He was standing with Hyacinthe, hand in hand, in front of a large painting. A museum wouldn't have been his first choice, but he was glad that he had decided to take a chance and give it a try. Art wasn't exactly a language that he spoke, but he was learning, or at least expanding his mind a little. He wasn't sure how much Hyacinthe would really like it either, but together they would have a little fun regardless.

Daryl pointed at the corner, ❝What'd you think those people are talking about?❞

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@fcllederage sent "They don't speak English here. I'm the only one." / (to Daryl, according to what we said yesterday ♥)

Daryl's mind raced with a mix of frustration and determination as he sat in the dimly lit cellar. His recent string of misfortunes replayed in his mind like a broken record. In his attempts to find his lost friend, he had been led him down a treacherous path. It seemed as though fate itself conspired against him at every turn, twisting his intentions into a mess. He had been captured and thrown overboard on a boat, only to wash up on foreign soil.

Daryl had found himself thrust into a world of uncertainty, where every person posed a potential threat. The language barrier had gotten him into trouble multiple times already, leaving him isolated and vulnerable in a foreign land.

But Daryl was no stranger to facing a challenge. He wasn't quick to give up, no matter what the circumstance were, but for the moment, he was stuck. This wasn't the first time he'd been kept prisoner, and hell, this was a sweet deal in comparison to when he was held captive before. Leaning against the cold stone wall, he mulled over his options, if there were any. He wasn't willing to give up yet.

As the footsteps drew nearer, Daryl tensed, his senses on high alert. The arrival of someone who spoke English offered a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness, a chance to

❝When the hell am I going to get out of here?❞ His words hung in the air, a raw expression of his frustration and desperation. But beneath the surface, there lingered a spark of defiance, a refusal to surrender to the hand fate had dealt him. With determination blazing in his eyes, Daryl awaited the response, ready to seize any opportunity that would lead him one step closer to freedom, one step closer to getting back home.

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from @fcllederage "dearly held" (have fun ;-; )

❝It's okay - ❞ Any more words were cut off by Hyacinthe pulling him into the tightest hug that he'd ever gotten, even from them. It wasn't odd for either of them to get pulled into a hug by the other, but there was something that was behind this one that almost felt desperate. He wrapped his arms around their midsection, squeezing right back. When they kept holding onto him for dear life, Daryl kissed their cheek before tucking his head in the crook of their neck. ❝I'm fine.❞ He murmured. Or at least, he would be fine now that he was in their arms.

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starter for @fcllederage | Daryl & Hyacinthe

The smell of motor oil still clings faintly to Daryl’s hoodie as he pushes through the front door. He can hear music behind the door — something upbeat and glam. He shrugged off his jacket and tossed it over the back of the couch without much care. He kicks off his boots, leaving them haphazardly by the door.

❝Hey.❞ Daryl called, his voice rough with the day's exhaustion. But as he looked up, Hyacinthe was halfway into their transformation. His lips twitch into a subtle smile. He steps closer, hands slipping into his pockets, watching them with quiet admiration. ❝Came home lookin’ for peace and quiet … but I guess I can make an exception.❞ There’s a teasing lilt in his tone, the kind that only Hyacinthe ever gets to hear.

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@fcllederage sent “Why are there so many abandoned buildings?” (to Daryl <3 maybe visiting his hometown?)

The already small town was almost desolate these days. Oakman, Georgia was once filled with simple southern folk, small mom and pop shops, and farmers, but was now wasting away into a ghost town. Not that it was ever all that exciting, even in it's heyday. It was no wonder people turned to drugs and crime for excitement.

❝It's been happening slowly over the years. Times change. People move on.❞ Daryl replied, shrugged a shoulder. ❝This place is dead.❞ Rotting was more appropriate. And good riddance to it, he thought as they drove through Main Street, which was less than a mile stretch of buildings — one hardware store still in business, a butcher shop and, of course, a bar.

He had been reluctant to bring Hyacinthe with him, but they were grown. They could make a call for themselves. They knew more layers to Daryl than anyone else had ever come close, and this was just another. Even though there was a reluctance, he was glad that they were there with him.

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STARTER for @fcllederage from Daryl 🏹

Daryl liked to think he was good at figuring people out, and from what was happening in front of him, he could see someone being harassed. Maybe the asshole talking to her couldn't figure other people very well and didn't realize she was getting annoyed by his presence. Or maybe it was something worse than a misunderstanding.

Either way, Daryl was about to make it his business, even if it wasn't. Daryl watched as the man eventually walked away, and Daryl narrowed his eyes in his direction. He didn't always go looking for trouble, but sometimes, it found him anyway.

Carefully, Daryl approached her. His rugged exterior was a contrast to the way she was made up and her sparkling gown. He didn't want to seem like the next one in line to give her shit. ❝Was that prick bothering you?❞ He asked, an attempt to show her that he was on her side. ❝I ain't tryin' to be nosy, I just don't like seeing someone made uncomfortable.❞

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for @fcllederage continued from here

Daryl blinked, his breath hitching as her thumb grazed his lip. He wasn’t used to this kind of attention, not like this. Hyacinthe’s fiery gaze held him captive, her softness disarming in a way that made his heart thunder in his chest. He pressed a kiss against her thumb, letting his lower drag against it as his mouth opened in a quiet gasp.

His eyes searched hers, the weight of her whispered question not lost on him. It was rare, this vulnerability they shared, and he didn’t take it lightly. His hands resting awkwardly at his sides before he finally let them settle on her waist, his fingers curling against the soft fabric of her sweatpants.

The cabaret was a distant thought, the hum of the music outside fading into the background. All that mattered was the electric charge between them. His voice gravelly when he finally spoke. ❝Ain’t nothin’ I ever been more sure of.❞

He leaned in just enough to brush his lips against hers again, testing, asking without words. ❝But you?❞ He paused, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on her. He smirked ever-so-slightly. ❝You make it easy to wanna say yes.❞