Thinking about saying “who’s a good boy??” the same way you would to a dog to Daryl as a joke when he brings you something after a run, and he goes a little red and grumbles, “me.”
Daryl wasn't a virgin, he'd know sex pretty early, actually, thanks to Merle stating he needed to 'man up' at the ripe age of 14, hiring a hooker to do the job
Since then, his relationship with sex was marked by a trauma, leading to think it was just all to overrated, only having it again with women he just met on nights he was too high or too drunk, searching for some release but always getting the same bitter aftertaste
Until you, he'd know only quick fucks in dirty bathrooms, alleys or thin mattresses that felt like sandpaper to his skin
He wasn't familiar to genuine attraction to someone, or anyone expressing it for him, so whenever he got the slight impression you were flirting with him, he brushed the though off, it just couldn't be
So when you kissed him first, it's an euphemism to say he was surprised
Even more when you touched him carefully, like he deserved to be taken care of
After you became a thing it still took a little while until you first time
One night in your place, while you were laying together watching an old show you both liked, a peck to his lips heated up to something else
You could feel Daryl wasn't fully in it, although his body betrayed him showing he did want it as much as you did
"What's in your head, Dixon?"
"Ya sure 'bout this?"
"Of course I am, we've been hanging for a while now, I'm ready if you are." you smile fondly at him, piercing blue eyes staring into yours
Daryl wasn't used to this, to care
He only nodded back, deepening your kisses
When you ran your hands wherever you could reach with so much love he felt his mind clouded, finally understanding the good part of being intimate with someone
When he was finally in you and felt you gave him small kisses in his shoulders, neck and ears he felt something entirely new grow on him, finally learning to enjoy the moment
Post Apocalypse!Daryl
The background is the same, he'd known sex only as a superficial kind of relationship, never making love, as they say
He wasn't used to being attracted to someone, even before everything went down, now it was even worse
After his concern was worrying about rather he'd eat that day or not, he really didn't recall what having a crush or even looking differently at someone was
When he arrived at Alexandria, and you received him with open arms and a warm smile, he felt a tug to his chest
That feeling only grew as you kept being kind to him, every damn day
After a couple months in, he stopped by your place to fix something for you (for the thousandth time), and you invited him to stay over for some drinks
He tried to politely deny it at first, shrugging it off with some excuse of something else he had to do but you insisted
After some drinks you were already far more touchy than usual, lingering your hands on his muscular arms for longer than really necessary, laughing while you lapsed onto him, and speaking lower so he'd have to be closer
Once your lips finally connected to his it was like both minds were fully fogged, not only from alcohol but the lust of two people who hadn't felt an intimate touch in years
It wasn't so careful as you'd normally be before, your hands were clumsy, you were both far to touch deprived to care for any preliminary
Daryl moaned at the slightest touch and surprised even himself when he couldn't hold himself back and fucked you still in the kitchen only sliding your panties to the side and leaning you over the balcony
And repeated the dose in several places of the house for the rest of the night
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Daryl isn’t one to hide his affection for you, he simply expresses it in ways that most people miss if they aren’t looking close enough.
Whenever one of you comes back from a supply run and you spot the other, he doesn’t hesitate to pull you in for a hug.
Whenever everyone is huddled around a campfire, he never moves away from you no matter how close you get. If you sit flush against him with your arms and legs touching, he welcomes the warmth but doesn’t address it.
Whenever you two are working together and he gets a cut somewhere, he doesn’t push you away when you gently grab him to see if he’s okay.
Whenever you two are in the back of the truck, he gets out first and turns back with his hand out incase you need it. If it were anyone else getting out the truck after him, it wouldn’t even occur to him to offer his hand.
Sure, Daryl isn’t the type to profess his love from the rooftop or pull you in for a kiss when there’s an audience, but everyone can see how he’s softer with you than anyone else.
They see the way he doesn’t pull away from your touch, the way his shoulders relax when you’re with him, and even the way he starts to expect some small affectionate gesture when you pass by.
He may not be the ideal man for pda, but he never denies himself your affection. He considers himself to be a very lucky man.
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