valentines meme || @spilledblood
It takes a beat for Daryl to make sense of it, the red film wrapped around a long, narrow box. It looks like something he’d expect from a jewelry store maybe, all dolled up, but it’s not that. He’s pretty sure it’s not that.
Not like he’s ever been given jewelry.
Never been given chocolate either, obviously, once he pulls the film loose and hesitantly edges one corner of the box up. He probably looks like he’s checking for a damn landmine, but it’s not sure how else to handle it. People don’t give him shit. Not nice shit, not more than basic survival needs, anyway. And now that he and Rick are… what they are to each other, it hadn’t occurred to him that might change along with everything else.
There’s a heat in his cheeks and a fluttering his chest and it’s stupid. Rick’s given him food before. (Supplies. For survival.) This shouldn’t be all that different. But… hell, this is chocolate.
“Didn’t get you nothin’.” He knows what today is, more or less. Far as Alexandria’s time keepers can be sure of their dates, anyway. But it’d never occurred to him it might matter. He’s never been with anyone like this before Rick. Sure as hell never been someone’s Valentine.
A smile touches his lips at the sheer absurdity of it. At being handed fancy chocolates by the guy he’s–– sleeping with. At the way his chest is going warm from it. He digs a piece out: that kind of hard dark shell with something soft hidden inside. He bites over a grin, glancing up.
“Hope you know you ain’t gettin’ one of these either.” He pops the piece in his mouth, a rush of sweet good enough to set his toes curling. The grin finally teases its way out. “But you can kiss me after, f’you want.”
