AUTHOR NOTE: I’ve been recently reading a lot of Daryl Dixon and I’ve been loving him a little too much. Hope you enjoy reading this short one lovelies xoxo
She stomped her foot in front of him, stopping him dead in his tracks so that he would have to walk around her to get away. He looked at her, seeing her auburn hair fall over her shoulder as she stood still finally. He swayed on his legs and chewed his bottom lip lightly. His matted bangs sat on his nose and cheeks, hiding his blue eyes from sight.
“Ge’ ou’ta way.” he grumbled the order.
She chuckled while shaking her head, her arms crossed across her chest. “Why? ‘Cause you can’t admit it?”
He let out a depressed breath of air from his nose. Why couldn’t she just let it go and have done with it? It didn’t need to be spoken of. He couldn’t find the words to express what she actually meant to him and so he would show her physically. That was fine with her for a time. Now she had found herself falling in love with Daryl Dixon and she wanted to know if there was a label for them.
“Or ‘cause you don’t care?”
He pushed his arm out towards her, clenching his fist bar his index finger which pointed straight at her. “Tha’s bullshit an’ you know it.”
He pushed past her, his shoulder bumping against hers. She spun around as he reached the door frame. “Then what, Daryl? ‘Cause I don’t get it. You’ve absolutely no problems when it comes to fucking me but you can’t admit that you like me?” Daryl didn’t speak, didn’t stop, didn’t do anything apart from walk to the next room. She huffed loudly and let out a gritted scream as he continued. “You’re just a coward.” she cried out.
She had expected him to slam the front door shut with him on the other side, however he stormed back into the room, his arms tense and his eyes steaming. “Don’t call me no fuckin’ coward.” he whispered under his breath.He roughly grabbed her arms, leaving fingerprints on her delicate skin. She breathed in deeply as he threw his lips on hers and passionately kissed her like he needed her there and then.
