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wolvietxt · 7 months ago

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𝓭ay 𝓮ight.

daryl dixon and forced proximity.

staring at the single bed in the middle of the small room, you can’t help but stifle a laugh. it’s the last thing you expected when you and daryl rolled up to the abandoned cabin, both exhausted and hoping for a bit of rest after a long day of scavenging.

“just one bed,” you murmur, glancing over at daryl, who’s already crossing his arms and scowling.

“you take it,” he grunts, turning away to rummage through his pack for a blanket. “i’ll sleep on the floor.”

“what?” you blurt out, shaking your head. “no way, daryl. you’ve been running yourself ragged all week - you need a good night’s sleep.”

“don’t need it that bad,” he mutters, tossing the blanket down on the wooden floor as if that’s the end of the discussion. “ain’t no big deal.”

but there’s a stubbornness in you that matches his, and you don’t budge. “come on,” you plead, “the bed’s big enough for both of us. i’ll even stay on my side.”

he snorts, still not looking at you. “not sharin’ a damn bed. i’ll be fine.”

with a sigh, you step closer, your voice softening as you look at the tension in his shoulders, the lines of exhaustion etched on his face. “please, daryl,” you say, “i can’t just let you sleep on the floor.”

he finally meets your gaze, his blue eyes narrowing slightly. “why’s it matter so much to you?”

you hesitate for a moment, then shrug, giving him a small, tentative smile. “because you’re always looking out for everyone else, and… i don’t know. maybe i just wanna look out for you, too, for once.”

there’s a beat of silence, and something flickers in his expression - almost like surprise, though he quickly masks it with a gruff huff. “ain’t like i’m gonna drop dead from one night on a floor,” he grumbles, but his tone is softer now, less resistant.

“i know,” you reply, taking a step closer. “but wouldn’t it be better to be comfortable? i mean, come on, daryl. we’ve both slept in way worse places than this.”

he runs a hand through his hair, his jaw working as he looks from the bed to you and back again. finally, he lets out a low sigh. “fine,” he mutters, sounding almost reluctant. “but you better stay on your side.”

“deal,” you say quickly, unable to hide the small triumphant smile that creeps across your face. “promise i won’t hog the blankets.”

the bed creaks under his weight as he lies down, and you settle on the other side, making sure there’s enough space between you. the silence stretches out, filled only by the sound of your breathing and the faint rustle of leaves outside the cabin window.

you stare up at the ceiling, feeling the warmth of his body not far from yours, even though you’re not touching. you hadn’t realized just how tired you were until now, the day’s exhaustion catching up with you.

“this ain’t awkward or nothin’,” daryl mutters after a long stretch of quiet, his voice gruff but edged with a touch of humor.

you can’t help but smile, turning your head slightly to glance at him. “could be worse,” you say, your tone light. “at least we’re not stuck outside in the cold.”

“s’pose,” he grunts, shifting a bit like he’s trying to get comfortable but doesn’t quite know how.

you watch him out of the corner of your eye, the way his brow furrows as he stares up at the ceiling, the tension that still lingers in his body despite being in a warm bed. there’s something about his restlessness that tugs at you, and before you can stop yourself, you reach out and place a gentle hand on his arm.

“hey,” you say softly, “it’s okay to relax, you know.”

his gaze snaps to you, eyes narrowing as if he’s about to brush you off, but the words seem to get stuck in his throat. he swallows, his jaw clenching and unclenching before he finally looks away. “ain’t used to this,” he mutters, almost like an admission.

“i know,” you reply, keeping your hand where it is, the touch light but steady. “but maybe it’s okay to let your guard down. just for a night.”

he doesn’t say anything for a long moment, then lets out a low breath. “you’re a stubborn one, ain’t ya?”

“takes one to know one,” you shoot back, your voice teasing but gentle.

the corner of his mouth twitches, like he’s fighting a smile, and then he shifts a bit closer, just enough that your hand slips from his arm to rest against his chest, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath your palm.

“fine,” he murmurs, his voice low, “but if you start snorin’, i’m kickin’ you outta the bed.”

you laugh softly, the sound easing some of the tension between you. “guess i’ll have to sleep real quiet, then.”

for a moment, there’s nothing but the quiet, shared warmth of the bed, and you let your eyes close, feeling the heaviness of sleep start to creep in.

but then, daryl’s voice breaks the silence once more, softer this time, almost hesitant. “thanks,” he says, like the word doesn’t come easy to him.

you open your eyes, glancing up at him, a small smile tugging at your lips. “anytime.”

he doesn’t respond, just lets out a low hum as his arm moves ever so slightly, shifting to rest around you, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

“you don’t gotta be this nice, y’know,” he mumbles, his thumb brushing absently over your shoulder. “most people just… don’t bother.”

“well, i’m not most people,” you reply, your voice barely above a whisper as you settle closer, the warmth of his body chasing away the last chill of the night. “i bother because i want to.”

daryl’s grip tightens a fraction, like he’s holding onto the weight of your words. he lets out a long exhale, and you can feel the tension slowly seeping out of him, his posture finally relaxing as he leans into the comfort of the moment.

“guess i don’t mind it so much,” he admits after a beat, his tone softer than usual, almost vulnerable.

your smile widens, and you nestle your head against his chest, feeling his heartbeat steady and strong beneath your cheek. “good,” you murmur, “because i’m not planning on stopping anytime soon,” you utter, your grin evident in your happy tone.

he doesn’t say anything else, just lets his hand drift up to rest in your hair, his fingers gently threading through the strands as you both sink into the warmth of the shared bed. for the first time in what feels like ages, there’s a sense of peace, the kind that doesn’t come often.

as you settle closer, your head resting against his chest, you can feel daryl’s heartbeat gradually slowing under your touch. there’s a quiet comfort in the shared warmth, something you hadn't realized you’d both been craving.

daryl shifts slightly, his arm tightening around your waist as his fingers continue to comb through your hair. you glance up at him, your gaze meeting his, and there's something there - an unspoken pull, a quiet understanding passing between you.

“you really don’t gotta be this nice,” he murmurs, his voice rougher, lower, like he’s struggling to keep it steady.

“i told you,” you whisper back, your hand resting against his chest, “i bother because i want to.”

the corner of his mouth twitches, and he lowers his head just a fraction, his breath warm against your cheek. “reckon you’re gonna keep on botherin’ me, then?”

“guess i will,” you reply, your voice soft but edged with something bolder as you tilt your chin up, closing the small space between you.

and then, before you can second-guess yourself, you press your lips to his, the kiss gentle at first, a question in the way you touch him. daryl’s breath catches, and for a heartbeat, he stays still - almost like he doesn’t know how to respond.

but then he lets out a low, rough sound from the back of his throat, and his hand slides to the nape of your neck, pulling you closer as he deepens the kiss, the roughness in his touch betraying how much he’s holding back. there’s an urgency to the way his mouth moves against yours, a hunger that simmers just beneath the surface, and you can feel it in the way his fingers tighten in your hair, the way his other hand settles at the small of your back, keeping you pressed close.

when you finally break apart, breathless and flushed, he rests his forehead against yours, his eyes dark and half-lidded as he studies your expression. “damn,” he mutters, his voice low and a little hoarse, “you really don’t let up, do ya?”

you smile, your hand slipping up to cup his jaw, your thumb brushing over the stubble there. “not when it comes to you,” you admit, your voice barely above a whisper.

daryl lets out a quiet chuckle, and before you know it, he’s leaning in again, capturing your mouth in another kiss - this one deeper, slower, as if savoring every moment. the warmth of his lips, the roughness of his touch, it all makes your head spin, and you can’t help but melt into him, letting yourself get lost in the way he’s finally letting down his guard.

when he finally pulls back, there’s a new warmth in his gaze, something softer but just as intense. “reckon i could get used to this,” he murmurs, his thumb tracing lightly over your cheek.

“good,” you reply, your voice a little breathless, “because i’m still not planning on stopping anytime soon,” you giggle out, repeating your words from earlier.

he doesn’t answer, he just smiles and pulls you closer, his lips brushing yours again in a promise that lingers long after the kiss ends, leaving you both a little less guarded, a little more open to whatever this might become.

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wolvietxt · 7 months ago

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𝓭ay 𝓯ive.

daryl dixon + unexpected compliment.

your sitting on the front steps of the prison when daryl comes up, bow slung over his shoulder and a fresh kill in his hands. you offer him a bright smile, as you always do, and he glances at you in that way he does - like he’s not quite sure how to handle your cheerfulness.

“hey, daryl,” you chirp, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “how’d it go out there?”

he grunts, a typical non-answer, but his gaze lingers on you a beat longer than usual. “was fine,” he mumbles, shifting his weight as if suddenly uncomfortable. he hesitates before his eyes flick up to meet yours, and his voice comes out a bit gruffer than intended. “y’look… pretty today.”

it’s so quiet, almost lost in the space between you, but you hear it. the compliment catches you off guard, and you blink, processing it before a wide, beaming smile spreads across your face. “really?” you ask, the excitement bubbling up in your tone.

daryl’s already regretting it, the tips of his ears flushing red as he averts his gaze. “yeah, well, don’t get used to it,” he mutters, kicking at a loose rock on the ground. “i mean… y’look pretty every day, or… whatever.” he stumbles over the words, rubbing the back of his neck like he’s trying to hide behind his own hand.

your smile only grows, lighting up your whole face, and you can’t help the little laugh that escapes. “you think i’m pretty every day?” there’s a teasing lilt to your voice, but the genuine happiness is impossible to miss.

daryl scowls, more at himself than at you, and his eyes dart away, finding the ground far more interesting than your delighted expression. “stop grinnin’ like that,” he grumbles, his voice gruff and low. “ain’t no big deal.”

but the way you’re practically glowing, like that little comment meant the world to you, sends a flutter of something unfamiliar through him. he’s used to your sunshine demeanor, the way you always seem to find the bright side, even in the middle of all this mess. but now, he’s realizing just how much weight his words can hold for you, and it leaves him… flustered.

“i can’t help it,” you reply, the joy unmistakable in your tone as you practically bounce on the spot. “that’s the nicest thing you’ve ever said to me.” you’re not poking fun; there’s only warmth in your voice, and it leaves daryl with that strange, fluttery feeling again.

“yeah, well,” he huffs, trying to shrug it off, “don’t let it get to your head, alright?” but there’s no real bite to his words, and the corners of his mouth twitch, almost like he’s fighting a smile of his own. it’s maddening, the way your happiness is infectious, like he’s catching the edges of it despite himself.

you notice the faint pink still dusting his cheeks, and it’s hard not to giggle at how he’s trying to act annoyed. “it’s just… it means a lot,” you say more quietly, your gaze softening as it meets his. “you don’t… y’know, say things like that often.”

“yeah, well, maybe i should just keep my mouth shut,” he retorts, but his voice is unsteady, and there’s no hiding the way your reaction flusters him. he shifts his weight from foot to foot, fidgeting like he doesn’t know what to do with himself.

you bite your lip, then take a bold step forward, leaning up to press a quick, gentle kiss to his cheek. “thanks, daryl,” you murmur, your lips brushing against the scruff of his jaw before you pull back, still smiling that bright, genuine smile. “you’re sweet, even if you won’t admit it.”

daryl freezes at the touch, his cheeks burning hot under the sudden, unexpected warmth of your lips. “ain’t sweet,” he grumbles, but the way his voice cracks and the flush that spreads down his neck say otherwise.

he turns away sharply, muttering something under his breath, but it’s clear from the way he fumbles to sling his bow back over his shoulder that the little kiss has him more rattled than he’s willing to let on. “c’mon,” he says, voice a little gruffer than usual. “we got work to do.”

as he starts heading toward the fence, you swear you catch him rubbing at the spot on his cheek where your lips had touched, his expression flustered in a way that makes your heart skip. you follow, your grin wide and unshakeable as you fall into step beside him.

you think you see a hint of a smile tugging at his lips, too, but he keeps his gaze firmly fixed on the path ahead, like he can’t risk letting you see just how much your happiness - and that simple touch - meant to him.

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