A smile spreads across her features, as she twists the little sign in the door to say sorry, on break. She takes her time walking down the sidewalk, an occasionally friendly wave sent over to the passing townsfolk. She comes to stop in front of Dixon’s Auto Repairs, and her eyes search for the head man himself. When she sees him working on his bike ( as he always is when not working ) she heads over, the smile still on her face.
“Daryl,” She singsongs, coming to stand next to him. “I made chocolate chip. Your favorite.”
❛ WORD OF ADVICE? DON’T EVER TRY TO ESCAPE LIKE THAT AGAIN. ❜ Knees bent and Gavin lowered himself down to the other male’s height, setting a plate of stale bread in front of him. There weren’t a lot of things Negan did that made Gavin uncomfortable. Their leader did what needed to be done to keep them all alive and he had the utmost respect for that. Hell, he appreciated it. BUT KEEPING PEOPLE LOCKED IN THIS ROTTING CELL? That did not sit right with whatever was left of his conscience. He had been a prisoner himself during the Vietnam war. Had been locked in a similar hole and suffered similar torture. Putting another human being through that experience was not something the former soldier agreed with. NOT EVEN DARYL DIXON. Not even someone from Alexandria. ❛ This would be a lot easier if you just kneel. ❜
Oh, Carol is going to give her HELL for this later, but she can’t help it. She’s trying to play cupid, you could say. Or you could blame it on the annoying little sister gene inside her. Either way, she was about to humiliate the poor archer. “Hello Daryl.” Charlotte smiles sweetly, holding a small bag of Carol’s cookies.
“I have a question for you.” Carol said softly. Everyone around them was asleep, but Carol wasn’t tired. Not yet. And there was a question that burned in her mind. A dangerous one when dealing with Daryl Dixon.
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The forehead kisses, she doesn’t count. No, their first real kiss ( well, if you could call it one ) was after she made the decision to come home. His visit, it had been on her mind for weeks. There had definitely been something shared, and she knew she couldn’t run away anymore. She needed them, whether she liked to admit it or not. When she’d arrived back home, they were tired, but they were happy. One more so than the rest. She had flashbacks of Terminus, when he’d run to her and embraced her in a way he never had before. It was much the same in this instance, only, when they had just barely parted, she’d leaned up to kiss his cheek. She’d miscalculated ( figures ) and pressed a soft, shy kiss on his lips. She felt her face heat up, as well as witnessing his own cheeks flush red. But she knew in her heart, that that mistake, wasn’t really a mistake at all. But a solidifying moment in what was yet to come.
The second kiss was more prepared. Not in the sense that it was planned, but both knew in those moments it was going to happen. They were both ready, they were both wanting it. There was no surprise to it. It had been just the two of them, in the house they’d come to share. Late at night, she knew that tomorrow might not guarantee their lives. This war seemed never ending, and both were in an understanding, that it would be wrong to waste anymore time in dancing around each other. Though they hadn’t spoken of their relationship, they knew it was something more than friendship. After their first kiss, both wanted more, but neither knew how to go about it until tonight. It was their usual night, talking on the couch, just their casual conversation when she reached out to brush the hair from his eyes. Their gazes locked, and she knew what they both wanted. It had been natural, they gravitated towards each other, almost like they did in the films. Only, true to their nature, it hadn’t gone as smoothly as it should’ve in the first few moments. They’d bumped noses, both letting out a chuckle before she grabbed his cheek, pressing her lips to his softly. She wouldn’t by any means describe the kiss as hot and heavy. Just a simple, soft kiss that lasted until they were both breathless. But neither needed more, they were content then, to just remain close and continue their nightly routine.
Naturally, anytime he leaves causes her to be worried. She knew he had to leave, to go on yet another run for supplies. He was one of their strongest, so of course he had to go. The only reason she was staying back was because they needed people here too, to protect the Safe Zone should the Saviors come around. But since he was leaving, she didn’t have the guarantee that he’d come back. That always plagued her mind, but she didn’t want to let him go without her on his mind. Before he’d made it to the door, she reached out and grabbed his wrist. He’d turned, confused, until she moved in and leaned up on her toes. The kiss was almost bittersweet, both a promise to come back, but also a possible goodbye on the chance something goes wrong. She lets her lips linger, pulling back a fraction only to peck his lips twice before finally letting him go.
She’d been half asleep when he’d returned to their home. His attempt at being quiet hadn’t exactly worked. He’d been gone what felt like forever, but in reality it was only about four days. He’d stepped into the room, the door shutting quietly, creaking in protest just before it clicked shut. She heard his muffled curse at the door, and smiled to herself in the dark. He’d shuffled around for a few moments, before she felt the bed dip and he settled in next to her. She let the silence wash over for a few moments, before rolling over onto her other side, facing him. She spoke of how she missed him, glad he was safe. He repeated a line to her which she’d used what seemed like years ago now. Nine lives, remember? She moved then, upper half now draped over his as she searched for his lips in the dark. She’d missed, catching the corner of his mouth and giggled softly, before correcting her mistake and pressing her lips to his. Though the air about it was different. There was a little more urgency in their kiss, more passion than what was normally displayed. And she knew then that this was quickly turning into something else, but something that had been a long time coming.
The words them self had never been spoken between them. Not until today. They’d been up in the bedroom, sheet draped over their cooling skin. There was a content smile on her face, as she traced little patterns over his chest. She loved nights like these, when the two of them could just be. She hadn’t anticipated him to say those three little words, nevermind be the first one to utter them. So hearing him whisper those words into her hair, she looked up, eyes wide and questioning. She could tell immediately he thought he’d done wrong, the way his cheeks flushed and he shied away from her. But she quickly cupped his cheek, forcing his gaze back to hers. I love you too. She doesn’t give him a chance to respond, as she leans forward and presses a few light, soft kisses against his lips.
❛ ———— COULD'A FOOLED THE SHIT OUTTA ME. ❜ There was resentment in each word. Not towards his brother, but towards this whole damn situation. Towards Rick Grimes and The Governor, and whoever else. It used to be him and his brother against the world. NOW? HE’S JUST MERLE. And he ain’t even Merle with two hands. Top lip curled up into a sneer and the elder looked over. ❛ All that prick Sheriff gotta do is whistle. You start barkin' like a bitch. Don't even matter that he left me to die on tha' rooftop, right? ❜ Might’a been his own fault, but that ain’t the real point. POINT IS, IF SOMEONE HAD DONE THAT TO DARYL? He wouldn’t be holding their hands like it never happened. HIS BROTHER USED TO NEED HIM. If he don’t got that, he lost his entire fuckin’ purpose. Grunt of frustration escaped and he averted his gaze once more. ❛ Whatever, man. ❜
