Hiii i saw you wanted headcanons so can i get a 16oz latte with banana cream and croissant ❛ we can order pizza, watch a movie, whatever you want. ❜ ?
16oz créme de banana latte w/a croissant .ᐟ
headcanons in which daryl has a big fat, stinky crush on you, and invites you over for pizza & a movie.
themes: trailer park au, pre apocalypse au, implied domestic abuse, male masturbation, pining!daryl, fluff, cuddling, baby gets hard from cuddling.
a/n: i struggle to keep the horny out of my writing. i love trailer park daryl.
☁︎ your trailer was a few down from daryl’s. with merle in jail, dad out hunting, daryl was home alone, and had been thinking about you for days.
☁︎ his crush went from casual, to frustrating, to now downright cruel. he couldn’t think straight when you were around. you were so sweet, too, always asking if he was okay, wondering about his latest bruise. you’d patched him up more than once.
☁︎ tonight, daryl was off early, home alone, the georgia air warm, but comfortable. his window was down, and he had been silently hoping to hear you out there, talking to neighbors with that bright laugh.
☁︎ yeah, sure, maybe he’d jerked off thinking of you. better than making a fool of himself trying to get with you and inevitably being rejected. he was sure the trailer was shaking with how hard he tugged his dick.
☁︎ he thought after rubbing one out, you’d be out of his head. not tonight. he was looking out the window, shame curdling in his gut.
☁︎ he lit a cigarette, and in a brief, post-nut bloom of confidence, daryl hopped out of the trailer, and walked down the dirt road. his pants hung low, white shirt stained with old beer stains. he looked a whole mess. what was he doing?
☁︎ at your trailer door, daryl swayed, pulling the cig from his lips, holding it between his fingers as he thought about what the hell he was gonna say.
☁︎ he was chickening out. he was grumbling under his breath, kicking up dust. when he finally spun around, ready to leave, the door creaked open. you stood, pajamas on, tired eyes, still wearing your friendly smile.
☁︎ “daryl?” you called, sending daryl frozen. “whatcha doin’?”
☁︎ small talk small talk, blah blah blah, daryl was a blushing, stuttering mess. he made up some lie, said he lost something, was looking for it. you asked what it was, and he just shrugged.
☁︎ you tilted your head, giving him a knowing look. “daryl. what’s goin’ on?”
☁︎ daryl chewed the inside of his cheek, taking one last puff on his cigarette before crunching it with his boot. “ionno. jus’… wanted t’see if you was around.”
☁︎ you smiled again, eyes warm. “well… i’m around,” you held out your arms. daryl tried not to gawk at you. “what do you wanna do?”
☁︎ “we, uh…” daryl rubbed the back of his neck. “can order a pizza… watch a movie, er somethin’. whatever. my trailer’s empty.”
☁︎ back at the trailer, you had brought some beers to have with the pizza. it came late, and you’d already started the movie. the shitty little box TV didn’t have the best quality, but that was okay. you’d picked ‘joyride’ from the stack of tapes in daryl’s collection. a thriller from like, 2001.
☁︎ the pizza arrived, you guys made jokes throughout the film. a couple beers in, the trailer was warmer. by the end of the movie, your head had at some point ended up on his shoulder.
☁︎ credits begin rolling, and your arm is wrapped over his waist, now nuzzling his neck. your close to sleeping. daryl is beet red, stiff as a board. does he get up? does he wake you? stay put? say something?
☁︎ he tried to adjust himself, just to get more comfortable, but your hand slipped lower, now resting over his lower stomach. poor boy, he got hard from the contact alone. he swallowed heavily, breath hitching.
☁︎ “hey,” he nudged you gently. “hey… you awake?”
☁︎ “mm..?” you hummed, eyes still shut, tightening your hug.
☁︎ “…alright,” he muttered, nodding. this was happening.
☁︎ daryl’s arm moved, now wrapped around you, fingers raked in your hair. you let a soft sigh escape your lips, leaning into his touch. daryl clenched his jaw, trying to will his dick to go down.
☁︎ “this is… nice,” you breathed, smiling gently. “liked the… movie. ‘n the pizza.”
☁︎ “yeah…” daryl cleared his throat. “nice.”