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bakedcrispers · 3 years

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Show Me How To Love You

seasons 6-7

warnings: implied smut, slight angst, big crossbow man hormones 😔✌

[ gif’s not mine! ]

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Gray smoke danced around the porch of the house as Daryl sat idle on its oak stairs, his eyes snaking aimlessly around the streets as he spiraled deep in his thoughts. He remembers every bit of detail that happened, and he couldn’t seem to keep his mind out of it.

It just kept coming back.

His hands travel feverishly along warming glistening flesh, tender skin sliding smoothly among his palms and lips as he took his time in exploring a pulchritudinous figure. His head was fogged and hazed, completely under the spell of the melodic sounds bouncing through the thin walls of the room. He felt full. The buzzing of his chest drummed and pounded throughout his torso the more he bit, leaving purple marks along those lips he adored so damn much.

His mouth dragged and dragged, exhaling through the unforgiving breeze as he tried desperately hard not to shift around his spot. He could feel his body slacking the more he stared, the tiredness gradually getting to him as he sat. God, he was so worn out; yet at the same time, he didn’t have the courage to go back in there, lay down, and dream about it again.

He’d go crazy.

Nails scratched his back roughly, piercing up and down at a constant painful pace. He scrutinized every move and bounce, traveling down the deliciously pinned body underneath his figure as he treated you as gently as he could. Hair sprawled, face wet, lips apart and heaving; your euphoria was greatly highlighted under the hues of the moon, and all he could do was gawk at it. Daryl couldn’t help but admire it.

“Goddamnit.” He could feel his cheeks heating up at the thought, and he couldn’t seem to rid it of his brain. It had been preserved exclusively to torment him out his mind later on, and he fucking hates it. “Stupid attractive nurse and her stupid fuckin’ smile.” Daryl grumbles in vexation, but a part of him knew he didn’t exactly mind it - he didn’t mind the thought of you being implanted permanently inside his restless brain, residing in his mind rent-free.

Feelings have never been so hard to control.

“Can’t sleep?” The tender timbre of your voice abruptly wakes him up from the intrusive images in his head, and almost instantly he sat up straight, his drowsiness disappearing altogether; though, your presence provided not an ounce of aid to his ever-lingering issues.

“I’m a'ight.” Daryl grunts his usual reply, avoiding any type of eye-contact towards you. It took everything of his strength not to twist his body to face you fully, nor even look at your face right now. He just couldn’t bring himself to talk to you when all he could think of was.. those nights.

And much to his fucking luck, you shuffled your way to him, making yourself comfy on the empty space beside him. “You always say that when you aren’t.” You snarked, a knowing grin illuminated on your face, staring at him for a little longer than he anticipated as you talked. You already had him read.

“A penny for your thoughts?”

Daryl found himself snorting quietly at your little quip, his dark tresses swaying along as he shook his head in disbelief. He wouldn’t trade his thoughts even for a goddamn gold bar. He’d rather die than to expose the explicitness of his head out to you, of all people.

“You can keep yer goddamn penny, I ain’t thinkin’ o’ nothin’, sunshine.” He didn’t mean to snap, but the way his head felt a sudden haziness definitely contributed something to his sudden outburst.

Nonetheless, you didn’t budge; instead, you pressed on with much vigor, a light expression on your face as you did so. “Are you thinking of a person?” Your eyes soften, and Daryl didn’t know whether to relax his shoulder at the sight of your face or tense them at your question.

You wistfully continued, “Like.. you think of them so much that it just starts to be a real problem?”

Exactly his fucking problem.

“Nah. I ain’t’ ever think of people like tha’.” He answers almost too quickly, the lie slipping down a little too smoothly to his absolute horror. Daryl, however, was completely aware of what he was experiencing — completely present on his stupid issues, and he hated that you somehow wriggled your way to be the main root of all his dilemmas. Even so, Daryl was curious.

“Who’re ya thinkin’ about?” He diverts the topic towards you, trying not to let his discomfort fly into view, even though it’s probably already so obvious.

You chuckle, eyes crinkling at him. “I didn’t say I was thinking about someone, Daryl.” You lightheartedly taunted, and he fought back the heat that rushed up to his face, caught up with words as he struggled to gather a reply. You got him tongue-tied: again. Before he could retort his defense, you were quick to cut him off, placing a hand on his thigh with a playful shake of your head.

“I was just kidding, Daryl. I was thinking about someone.” The soft grin on your lips encourages Daryl to relax beside you, but his heart continues to hammer in harsh beats, surely causing a tinge of pain throughout his chest.

It sure did.

All he could do was vocalize a grunt, wanting you to continue without explicitly voicing his words out of his throat. He felt embarrassed to ask, feeling like he was being pushy about the topic — intruding, even; but fortunately for him, you follow right after, as casual as you were.

“Been thinking about this amazing guy recently.”

Daryl’s brows unknowingly furrowed, a swirl of discomfort residing inside his stomach. “A guy?”

“Yeah? What? I can’t dream of love?” You joke with a face full of blithe, shining almost as bright as the goddamn stars in his perspective.

He snorts a reply, “Nah, ain’t sayin’ that.” The archer then sheepishly shrugged. “Just - just didn’t think you’d get worried ‘bout som'n like that, 'is'all.” He finishes gently, catching your eye for a second before looking back down on the ground, lips pursed and his fingers laced together.

“Really?” You raised your brow at him in an amused manner, another chuckle bubbling out of you as you playfully jabbed his side with your elbow. “Would’ve never thought you’d take me as a responsible and sensible type, Dixon.”

He could only roll his eyes, but his lips quirked up to a tiny grin, his baby blues shining in mirth as your energy radiated even under the cold of the night. “Never said that either.”

“But you hinted at it.” You sang with a grin, childishly wiggling your brows at him as you swing your legs back and forth. “Ya’ big softie.“

How could he even resist the urge to fucking smile?

You were just so infectious to Daryl, and everything about you was amazing to him — a huge enigma that he wants to explore all over and over again. He’d never get tired of you; he could never.

Sure, there was a part of Daryl that screamed, cursed, and tore apart whoever this guy was that you were dazed over in the jealous corners of his mind, but he refrained himself from doing any physical reaction; for the sake of his dignity and sanity, especially when he’s in front of you.

“Wanna talk about it?” Daryl broke his silence with a quiet exhale, releasing more of the smoke to color the air around him, without much of a care in the world.

You didn’t spare him a glance and continued to stare straight ahead, your lips twisting up to a content smile. The archer rose a brow, trying to figure you out, but nothing in his mind was deemed helpful to scan your thoughts; all of them ending up to be a loud meaningless static, one that he couldn’t quite figure out yet.

“Ya’ deaf or som'n?” He grumbles, impatient, and nervous. It took Daryl some self-control not to practically bite his nails off his hands while you just beamed at him like some damn gorgeous nymph. He felt vulnerable, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He certainly felt attacked though.

“Not deaf, silly. I’m just surprised you don’t know him yet.” You finally say, your eyes glowing in mischief as you laughed. “I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean all those nights, those talks, those..” You trailed off, and Daryl almost regretted catching sight of the look that you just gave him, breath stuck in his throat as he watched your tongue swipe across your bottom lip.

Daryl shivered as he could feel your eyes dangle from his lips down to his exposed neck, drinking every change of pigment along his skin, where all your points were made and proudly done. He could tell by the look on your face that you were seething with pride; but at the same time, you were looking at him so lovingly. Daryl didn’t know what to do, sweating and freezing under your deep scrutiny. “Those… wha’?“ He gulps the courage to return your gaze, almost immediately feeling his throat grow even drier with each second he stared at your adoring hues that maintained strong contact with his.

You huff at him, brows furrowed but your lips were quirked up. “Playing dumb, huh?“ You whistled, gently bumping your shoulders against his, electricity coursing through him as your bare skin clashed with his cold ones. “From how frozen you are right now, I’m guessing you don’t really want me to dive deep into it?“

“It’s a mistake, Y/N.“ Daryl finally takes the courage to speak up, face beet red as he looks at anything but your face. “We didn’t know the hell we’re doin’.” He grumbled, his voice drenched with every ounce of regret and shame he could ever carry from that night alone. He just didn’t think it felt right to him. Those nights were only used to pour those unwanted feelings and emotions out, Daryl thought, It didn’t mean shit.

It shouldn’t.

With shoulders slacked, the archer completely isolates himself away from you in an attempt of just shutting down from the conversation altogether. He never even thought of talking about it with you, thinking you’d just pass over him and forget about it over time; that you’d just drown out his existence after you were done using him as some fucking stress outlet.

Not that he had complaints in the first place.

“It wasn’t a mistake, Daryl.“ You murmured sincerely, your eyes maintaining that soft, adoring look that you’ve reserved for him since the beginning. “At least for me it wasn’t.“ You follow with a wholehearted grin that immediately sent his heart beating and hammering against his searing chest. “You were the best thing that ever happened to me.“

“Ya’ don’ know what yer talkin’ ‘bout, sunshine.“ Daryl scoffed, perilous eyes snapping at you with a mix of disbelief and distrust. “Yer delirious.“ He didn’t want to believe it; he refused to. You deserved more than just some filthy, asshole of a feral redneck in your life. You deserved men like Rick;

A part of him wanted to believe you — to tell you what he really felt, but as always:

He doesn’t know how.

Slightly shaking the hair out of his face, he continues in defeat, "Look, ya’ deserve someone better, Y/N.“ His words were filled with nothing but bitterness, but he knew it was true. “I ain’ tha’ someone, an’—“ He pauses, taking a long drag of his cigarette before fixating his eyes down the ground under him. “I ain’ any better.“

Daryl took a long drag of his smoke before standing up, not entirely wanting to be in this conversation anymore. He didn’t want to hear you spew out any more words that would just draw him back in; make him believe that he’d ever had that honor to just call you his for the rest of his life. "You should get some rest, Y/N.” He spoke softly, hating to have to shut you down so quickly, but it was for the best. Daryl couldn’t bring himself to be with you after all he’s been through.

“What’s stopping you?”

He doesn’t deserve you.

Your words were left hanging around an air of tension, the archer completely still on his track as your soft tone struck him like a rain of bricks. He nervously chewed on his lips, fighting the urge to just blurt everything out to you in one go — to tell you everything racing in his damn head.

“Stopping.. what..?” His voice was quiet and unsure, almost as if he was scared to hear what you were about to say next.

More silence came from your part, and Daryl could hear his heart moving wilder and wilder the more you remained unresponsive to his reply. Nothing but your quiet shuffles rustling through the crisp air of the night was to be heard while Daryl tries to distract himself by fiddling with the tips of his gnawed out fingers. He knew he wanted to settle back with you — be close to you even, but his brain was holding him back from even trying to; afraid that he’d end up as nothing more but a piece of meat.

You were better than that, and he knows, but a tiny part of him was doubtful of your future, and he had every right to be. With winter coming along and scarcity of resources following painfully behind, there were many more things to be worried about than his stupid high school feelings.

“What’s stopping you from loving me?”

Daryl pursed his lips into a thin line. This was something that you’ve also asked him the night before, your bare body pressed against his chest while you snuggled under the late sky. He could barely get any word out to give you a proper answer. But even during times like those, Daryl could never tear his eyes off of you. You were drowsy, tired from the night’s activities, but you never seem to get restless of his scattered thoughts and feelings; you always tried your best to understand and communicate with him, but as always, Daryl remained nonchalant — almost as if he couldn’t hear you amongst everything.

He was being unfair.

Eyes squeezed shut, knuckles white, jaws clenched — He’s gotta drop and let you know.

“I.. I don’ know how to love ya’, Y/N.” He confessed softly; ashamed that he couldn’t give you the love that he wanted you to have — love that only people who weren’t broken can give. “I.. I don’ know how to love ya’ like.. like how Glenn or Rick does.” He croaks weakly. “They do it so easy, but I just fuckin’.. can’t.”

His frustration was evident, yet his head was facing the ground, not wanting to have you catch the longing and bitter look that he had on his stormy blue eyes.

“Daryl.” His eyes slowly snaps towards the direction of your voice, lips trembling slightly as your cold palms brushed and settled on his reddened cheeks.

“I didn’t follow you everywhere with the hopes of finding the same love that men like Rick or Glenn can give in you. I didn’t go out of my way to be your run partner just to seduce you and jump on your lap. I’m with you because you make me happy, and you make me feel loved in the warmest way possible.”

He watched your lips effortlessly mouth the words out to him as if you were reciting a ballad specially made only for his ears to reach.

“You don’t have to show me or the others that you love me, Dixon, because I already know that you do.” Your hold on his face tightens, and so did Daryl’s heart as he watched you send a loving smile up at him. “You don’t have to hide from me, Daryl. You don’t have to be scared about not being able to compete with others because no matter what, you’re the only damn thing I see.”

It may take some time, but your words truly have impacted him more than he anticipated. There were moments where he’d thoroughly savor and indulge himself on your touch and with your words, letting himself loose within the security of your arms; this was one of those times.

“Damn it, sunshine.” He curses quietly, breathless over how something as enchanting as you could ever be real — how even did he manage to capture you in his life?

He builds the courage to meet you in the eye, his heart singing at the sight of your eyes holding adoration only for him. “Hitting me with the cheesy shit again, huh.”

Your grin widens, prompting his own smile to stretch along with yours. “Want to know how to love, Dixon?”

Even when his surroundings dim, you continue being a light above all things cynical in his life. You were his guide; an angel sent to him by whatever fate exist in the world. You were surreal, and if he could wish for more of you, he would do so in a heartbeat.

“Show me.”

You’re the only thing he sees.

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bakedcrispers · 3 years

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Happy Place

seasons 7

His heart hammered, relentless in its loud rhythmic tune that shook his body to no end. The room had never felt so cold; so lonely, void of any gap for light to even have a slight peek through it. The stupid fucking tune looped relentlessly inside his skull, robbing him of any form of rest that he could've gotten over the past few hours he was alone.

It was at these times where he couldn't help but to miss the affectionate light that would greet him every morning — his beautiful light that he'd wake up to everyday.

He missed you.

He missed everything about you. The way you'd hold him in your arms under the lulling kisses of the stars, tucked against each other's embrace, exchanging loving whispers of words that would effortlessly embed themselves in his head. The way your soft kisses would dance around his face, leaving kind tingles against his warming flesh, the sensation of your lips lingering for as long as he can remember. How you'd always reassure him of his permanent standing in your life, rooting those damn words over and over again in his head without fail — without an once of doubt ever flowing through your tongue.

"You're my happy place, Daryl." You said so gingerly while you comb your fingers through his tangled locks of hair, alleviating him off his thoughts all together. "Always and forever will be."

A feeling of hollowness consumed him the more he thought about it, but he couldn't bring himself to stop. His mind was constantly plagued by the thoughts of you. Your voice sounding as clear as day in his head, and he couldn't help but to drown everything else out all together, burying himself under the illusion of you.

" I'd be lost without you." Your voice was lighthearted, dramatic, yet all he saw in your eyes were pure love and content, like this was all you ever wanted in your life. Simply being in the same space with him was all you needed, and the way his stomach did somersaults at the thought was enough for him to shy away from it.

"Stop." He grunts, face all red from your words alone, trying to avert his attention from anything but your gaze.

Your laugh bounces quietly around the room. "I'm serious!" You exclaimed, eyeing him softly with a smile. "You can't tell me you don't have a happy place yourself!" You huff at him, a visible pout on your lips. "C'mon tell me, Mr. i'm-so-tough."

"I'on have one." He playfully sneers, turning his head away to cover his cherry pink cheeks. "Quit yer sappy shit, Y/N."

"Oh?" The glimmering smile never left your face as you giggle at his comment. "Says the guy who came knocking at my door just to ask me to play with his hair."

"Bullshit! I-I didn't come just for tha'!"

There was a lump that rested firmly at the back of his throat, and he tried to hold it back, as an effort not to make noise — not to sound so fucking weak.

He needed to stay strong. There was no way in hell he'll just let you live through this shit world alone. He needed to persevere.

A pillar can't be brittle, can it?

The horrid creak of the metal doors scraped against the cemented floor of the room, a streak of uninvited light creeping through his bare feet. Footsteps followed, and he could feel his body start to shiver, blood running cold as a familiar fucker's face entered his line of sight.

"Get your ass up. Leader wants to see you."

He fought the quiver of his lips, struggling not to sway back and forth as he was abruptly pulled up by two men, firm and unforgiving.

His blood trailed behind him as he limped, breathing heavy and labored as he was dragged out of his cell. His senses were flooded with disdained murmurs of people, unwanted attention pointed all at him as he was rushed around the community, beaten and bruised. He ignored all of it, blankly staring down below at his feet, with only one thought in mind.

Your smile.

His home.

His happy place.

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a/n: hey, my vague ass is back<33 this my first angst that ive posted 😔😔 i decided to have my take on angst for a change bcs it seems fun to hurt my feelings :'D it might seem rushed?? because it kinda is?? djsjsj school is taking a toll on ur girl but i just wan get some content out ya feel me ⚰ anw lmk what yall think mwa xoxo ❤✋😳

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bakedcrispers · 3 years

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Crushes

[ gif's not mine! ]

Daryl's eyes lingered.

They always do.

He'd take his time, analyzing every inch and strand of clothing; outline of every curves that plagued his mind all damn night, merciless with the amount of dreams he'd get on continuously dull times.

Was it really so torturous for him?

He kept seeing those eyes.

Those bright, exuberant hues that seemed to taunt him to no end. He kept hearing those damned giggles that'd simply make his heart race twice as fast — make his palms so damn slick.

It was such a winsome melody.

His eyes followed that recognizable figure, gaze soft and calculated as she glided across the street with the happiest wave, the most genuine expression on her face as she advances confidently along the grounds of the community.

If he didn't knew any better, he'd assume she was some damn goddess, passing by to wordlessly bless his day— to torment his poor heart.

A smile was more than enough to shorten his fuse.

"Oh wow, aunt Carol's right." A tiny, high-pitched snort sounded beside him, alerting him of the presence of his niece, Judith; her voice sounding amused.

He scoffs quietly, not even wanting to look down and peer at the smug look she was supporting. "What's she right 'bout, huh?" He, albeit nervously, dared while staring straight ahead, face reddening the more his eyes lingered.

"That you've got a crush."

With those little words, it was as if his world immediately started warming, his blood ran cold and his sweat trickling down his face intensified; either from the scorching heat of the sun, or the look of his niece's accomplished grin, he couldn't exactly pinpoint the exact reason why his clothes were getting all kinds of clammy. Shit, was he that obvious?

"I don' got no stupid crush", was all he could muster while continuously averting his gaze away from anything but down, where Judith awaits with a smirk.

Her giggles only agitated him even further as she pressed on, clearly finding entertainment with his now rigid posture and flustered skin.

"Pft! Yeah right, you've been staring for hours!" She flails her arms around in big exaggerated motions, lips etching to a frustrated pout, pondering deep over her uncle's romantic dilemmas. "And there's only one reason why the Daryl Dixon's looking all moon-eyed in one direction!" She exclaims brightly, smacking the side of her fist against her palm, gasping dramatically with her eyes sparkling, like she had just solved a case.

Which was never a good look in Daryl's opinion.

No matter how cute it looked.

"You like Y/-!"

Out of odd instinct, his hand flew to stop the name that was about to float around the air, gently but firmly clasping his palm against the bottom half of the toddler's face. His head frantically snapped from left to right, horror written all over his features as he scanned his surroundings for any possible witness to the little scene.

"N-Not too loud, kid." The nervous hiss that came out of him was enough to elicit a muffled giggle from Judith. He groans internally to himself, but his eyes softens in fondness down at the bundle of mischievousness tucked in his arm, staring up at him in pure triumph.

Knowing how persistent the younger Grimes could be, especially towards this specific topic, Daryl finally claims defeat, indefinitely giving in as he sighs in aggravation. "A'ight, a'ight. Ya' got me. I admit." He grumbles, glaring softly as she gave a muffled cheer against his hand. "But ya' gotta keep it a secret, okay?" His cheeks were tinted pink, staring his niece down with desperate eyes. He'd be in real deep shit if she'd find out, and that has to be the last thing he'd want to happen.

"Mm!" Small taps were sent on his hand, followed by subdued whines as she tried pulling his limb off her face. Although hesitant, Daryl abides, slowly clasping his palm off Judith's smirking mouth. "I'll keep it a secret, but—" She paused, smiling wide. "—only if you say it."

His reply flowed small yet quick. "No."

"Say it!"

"Never."

"Pleaasee! I just wanna hear it! Just one time! Confirmation! Pretty pl-!"

"Okay, okay." Visible steam rose around the archer's face in mortification, the panic on his face as clear as day as he just tries to play this off as something normal. "I'll tell, b-but don' you dare tell yer aunt Carol." Daryl points a shaking finger at his niece, and thankfully, she complies to his request with an eager nod.

"Got'cha!" She brightens.

Taking another look around just to make sure no one was around, another shaky sigh slipped past his chapped lips, trying to gather his nerves before spitting a simple confession. "I.. I like Y/N." His voice lowered the more the sentence progressed, hesitant and unconfident, and his niece's loud ass squeal of delight definitely did no help to his overheating face and shaking limbs.

"Ha! I knew it! I knew it!" Judith's face was wide and glowing as she took off, running across the streets with the biggest grin on her face.

The moment the toddler sped away, the redneck immediately knew what was going to happen.

And unfortunately for him, he didn't act fast enough to stop the following words that blared out of Judith's lungs.

"DARYL HAS A CRUSSHH!" She shrieks in glee as she ran, letting her little legs carry her as far away as she could from the larger ones that followed after her in a haste. She couldn't help but to give another playful scream as a voice full of embarrassment boomed behind her.

"C-COME BACK HERE, YA' LIL' RUNT!!"

a/n: more of this bcs my brain is tormenting me with endless cute ass wips but having zero motivation do 'em! 😭😭 i have atleast 4-5 unfinished stories in the drafts and more ideas stacked in a drive! 10 stages of love is put on a short hiatus bcs i haven't found much inspiration for it 😔 but anw have a crushing! daryl and his mischievous niece 😭😭 they be vibin 💖💖 enjoy this lil drabble i made ft. my bigass yearning 💖💖

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bakedcrispers · 3 years

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NOT U GETTING THE EARLY BETA OF THIS 😭😭 THANK U FOR UR PROOF READING SKILLS I LOF U

Show Me How To Love You

seasons 6-7

warnings: implied smut, slight angst, big crossbow man hormones 😔✌

[ gif’s not mine! ]

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It just kept coming back.

He’d go crazy.

“ Goddamnit. ” He could feel his cheeks heating up at the thought, and he couldn’t seem to rid it of his brain. It had been preserved exclusively to torment him out his mind later on, and he fucking hates it. “ Stupid attractive nurse and her stupid fuckin’ smile. ” Daryl grumbles in vexation, but a part of him knew he didn’t exactly mind it - he didn’t mind the thought of you being implanted permanently inside his restless brain, residing in his mind rent-free.

Feelings have never been so hard to control.

“ Can’t sleep? ” The tender timbre of your voice abruptly wakes him up from the intrusive images in his head, and almost instantly he sat up straight, his drowsiness disappearing altogether; though, your presence provided not an ounce of aid to his ever-lingering issues.

“ I’m a'ight. ” Daryl grunts his usual reply, avoiding any type of eye-contact towards you. It took everything of his strength not to twist his body to face you fully, nor even look at your face right now. He just couldn’t bring himself to talk to you when all he could think of was.. those nights.

And much to his fucking luck, you shuffled your way to him, making yourself comfy on the empty space beside him. “ You always say that when you aren’t. ” You snarked, a knowing grin illuminated on your face, staring at him for a little longer than he anticipated as you talked. You already had him read.

“ A penny for your thoughts? ”

“ You can keep yer goddamn penny, I ain’t thinkin’ o’ nothin’, sunshine. ” He didn’t mean to snap, but the way his head felt a sudden haziness definitely contributed something to his sudden outburst.

Nonetheless, you didn’t budge; instead, you pressed on with much vigor, a light expression on your face as you did so. “ Are you thinking of a person? ” Your eyes soften, and Daryl didn’t know whether to relax his shoulder at the sight of your face or tense them at your question.

You wistfully continued, “ Like.. you think of them so much that it just starts to be a real problem? ”

Exactly his fucking problem.

“ Nah. I ain’t’ ever think of people like tha’. ” He answers almost too quickly, the lie slipping down a little too smoothly to his absolute horror. Daryl, however, was completely aware of what he was experiencing — completely present on his stupid issues, and he hated that you somehow wriggled your way to be the main root of all his dilemmas. Even so, Daryl was curious.

“ Who’re ya thinkin’ about? ” He diverts the topic towards you, trying not to let his discomfort fly into view, even though it’s probably already so obvious.

You chuckle, eyes crinkling at him. “ I didn’t say I was thinking about someone, Daryl. ” You lightheartedly taunted, and he fought back the heat that rushed up to his face, caught up with words as he struggled to gather a reply. You got him tongue-tied: again. Before he could retort his defense, you were quick to cut him off, placing a hand on his thigh with a playful shake of your head.

“ I was just kidding, Daryl. I was thinking about someone. ” The soft grin on your lips encourages Daryl to relax beside you, but his heart continues to hammer in harsh beats, surely causing a tinge of pain throughout his chest.

It sure did.

“ Been thinking about this amazing guy recently. ”

Daryl’s brows unknowingly furrowed, a swirl of discomfort residing inside his stomach. “ A guy? ”

“ Yeah? What? I can’t dream of love? ” You joke with a face full of blithe, shining almost as bright as the goddamn stars in his perspective.

He snorts a reply, “ Nah, ain’t sayin’ that. ” The archer then sheepishly shrugged. “ Just - just didn’t think you’d get worried ‘bout som'n like that, ‘is'all. ” He finishes gently, catching your eye for a second before looking back down on the ground, lips pursed and his fingers laced together.

“ Really? ” You raised your brow at him in an amused manner, another chuckle bubbling out of you as you playfully jabbed his side with your elbow. “ Would’ve never thought you’d take me as a responsible and sensible type, Dixon. ”

He could only roll his eyes, but his lips quirked up to a tiny grin, his baby blues shining in mirth as your energy radiated even under the cold of the night. “ Never said that either. ”

“ But you hinted at it. ” You sang with a grin, childishly wiggling your brows at him as you swing your legs back and forth. “ Ya’ big softie. “

How could he even resist the urge to fucking smile?

You were just so infectious to Daryl, and everything about you was amazing to him — a huge enigma that he wants to explore all over and over again. He’d never get tired of you; he could never.

“ Wanna talk about it? ” Daryl broke his silence with a quiet exhale, releasing more of the smoke to color the air around him, without much of a care in the world.

“ Ya’ deaf or som'n? ” He grumbles, impatient, and nervous. It took Daryl some self-control not to practically bite his nails off his hands while you just beamed at him like some damn gorgeous nymph. He felt vulnerable, and he didn’t know how to feel about it. He certainly felt attacked though.

“ Not deaf, silly. I’m just surprised you don’t know him yet. ” You finally say, your eyes glowing in mischief as you laughed. “ I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean all those nights, those talks, those.. ” You trailed off, and Daryl almost regretted catching sight of the look that you just gave him, breath stuck in his throat as he watched your tongue swipe across your bottom lip.

Daryl shivered as he could feel your eyes dangle from his lips down to his exposed neck, drinking every change of pigment along his skin, where all your points were made and proudly done. He could tell by the look on your face that you were seething with pride; but at the same time, you were looking at him so lovingly. Daryl didn’t know what to do, sweating and freezing under your deep scrutiny. “ Those… wha’? “ He gulps the courage to return your gaze, almost immediately feeling his throat grow even drier with each second he stared at your adoring hues that maintained strong contact with his.

You huff at him, brows furrowed but your lips were quirked up. “ Playing dumb, huh? “ You whistled, gently bumping your shoulders against his, electricity coursing through him as your bare skin clashed with his cold ones. “ From how frozen you are right now, I’m guessing you don’t really want me to dive deep into it? “

“ It’s a mistake, Y/N. “ Daryl finally takes the courage to speak up, face beet red as he looks at anything but your face. “ We didn’t know the hell we’re doin’.” He grumbled, his voice drenched with every ounce of regret and shame he could ever carry from that night alone. He just didn’t think it felt right to him. Those nights were only used to pour those unwanted feelings and emotions out, Daryl thought, It didn’t mean shit.

It shouldn’t.

Not that he had complaints in the first place.

“ It wasn’t a mistake, Daryl. “ You murmured sincerely, your eyes maintaining that soft, adoring look that you’ve reserved for him since the beginning. “ At least for me it wasn’t. “ You follow with a wholehearted grin that immediately sent his heart beating and hammering against his searing chest. “ You were the best thing that ever happened to me. “

“ Ya’ don’ know what yer talkin’ ‘bout, woman. “ Daryl scoffed, perilous eyes snapping at you with a mix of disbelief and distrust. “ Yer delirious. “ He didn’t want to believe it; he refused to. You deserved more than just some filthy, asshole of a feral redneck in your life. You deserved men like Rick;

A part of him wanted to believe you — to tell you what he really felt, but as always:

He doesn’t know how.

Slightly shaking the hair out of his face, he continues in defeat, “ Look, ya’ deserve someone better, Y/N. “ His words were filled with nothing but bitterness, but he knew it was true. “ I ain’ tha’ someone, an’— “ He pauses, taking a long drag of his cigarette before fixating his eyes down the ground under him. “ I ain’ any better. “ Daryl took a long drag of his smoke before standing up, not entirely wanting to be in this conversation anymore. He didn’t want to hear you spew out any more words that would just draw him back in; make him believe that he’d ever had that honor to just call you his for the rest of his life. “ You should get some rest, Y/N. ” He spoke softly, hating to have to shut you down so quickly, but it was for the best. Daryl couldn’t bring himself to be with you after all he’s been through.

“ What’s stopping you? ”

He doesn’t deserve you.

“ Stopping.. what..? ” His voice was quiet and unsure, almost as if he was scared to hear what you were about to say next.

“ What’s stopping you from loving me? ”

He was being unfair.

Eyes squeezed shut, knuckles white, jaws clenched — He’s gotta drop and let you know.

“ I.. I don’ know how to love ya’, Y/N. ” He confessed softly; ashamed that he couldn’t give you the love that he wanted you to have — love that only people who weren’t broken can give. “ I.. I don’ know how to love ya’ like.. like how Glenn or Rick does. ” He croaks weakly. “ They do it so easy, but I just fuckin’.. can’t. ”

His frustration was evident, yet his head was facing the ground, not wanting to have you catch the longing and bitter look that he had on his stormy blue eyes.

“ Daryl. ” His eyes slowly snaps towards the direction of your voice, lips trembling slightly as your cold palms brushed and settled on his reddened cheeks.

“ I didn’t follow you everywhere with the hopes of finding the same love that men like Rick or Glenn can give in you. I didn’t go out of my way to be your run partner just to seduce you and jump on your lap. I’m with you because you make me happy, and you make me feel loved in the warmest way possible. ”

He watched your lips effortlessly mouth the words out to him as if you were reciting a ballad specially made only for his ears to reach.

“ You don’t have to show me or the others that you love me, Dixon, because I already know that you do. ” Your hold on his face tightens, and so did Daryl’s heart as he watched you send a loving smile up at him. “ You don’t have to hide from me, Daryl. You don’t have to be scared about not being able to compete with others because no matter what, you’re the only damn thing I see. ”

“ Damn it, sunshine. ” He curses quietly, breathless over how something as enchanting as you could ever be real — how even did he manage to capture you in his life?

He builds the courage to meet you in the eye, his heart singing at the sight of your eyes holding adoration only for him. “ Hitting me with the cheesy shit again, huh. ”

Your grin widens, prompting his own smile to stretch along with yours. “ Want to know how to love, Dixon? ”

“ Show me. ”

You’re the only thing he sees.

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Show Me How To Love You

seasons 6-7

warnings: implied smut, slight angst, big crossbow man hormones 😔✌

[ gif's not mine! ]

It just kept coming back.

His mouth dragged and dragged, exhaling through the unforgiving breeze as he tried desperately hard not to shift around his spot. He could feel his body slacking the more he stared, the tiredness gradually getting to him as he sat. God, he was so worn out; yet at the same time, he didn't have the courage to go back in there, lay down, and dream about it again.

He'd go crazy.

"Goddamnit." He could feel his cheeks heating up at the thought, and he couldn't seem to rid it of his brain. It had been preserved exclusively to torment him out his mind later on, and he fucking hates it. "Stupid attractive nurse and her stupid fuckin' smile." Daryl grumbles in vexation, but a part of him knew he didn't exactly mind it - he didn't mind the thought of you being implanted permanently inside his restless brain, residing in his mind rent-free.

Feelings have never been so hard to control.

"Can't sleep?" The tender timbre of your voice abruptly wakes him up from the intrusive images in his head, and almost instantly he sat up straight, his drowsiness disappearing altogether; though, your presence provided not an ounce of aid to his ever-lingering issues.

"I'm a'ight." Daryl grunts his usual reply, avoiding any type of eye-contact towards you. It took everything of his strength not to twist his body to face you fully, nor even look at your face right now. He just couldn't bring himself to talk to you when all he could think of was.. those nights.

And much to his fucking luck, you shuffled your way to him, making yourself comfy on the empty space beside him. "You always say that when you aren't." You snarked, a knowing grin illuminated on your face, staring at him for a little longer than he anticipated as you talked. You already had him read.

"A penny for your thoughts?"

Daryl found himself snorting quietly at your little quip, his dark tresses swaying along as he shook his head in disbelief. He wouldn't trade his thoughts even for a goddamn gold bar. He'd rather die than to expose the explicitness of his head out to you, of all people.

"You can keep yer goddamn penny, I ain't thinkin' o' nothin', sunshine." He didn't mean to snap, but the way his head felt a sudden haziness definitely contributed something to his sudden outburst.

Nonetheless, you didn't budge; instead, you pressed on with much vigor, a light expression on your face as you did so. "Are you thinking of a person?" Your eyes soften, and Daryl didn’t know whether to relax his shoulder at the sight of your face or tense them at your question.

You wistfully continued, "Like.. you think of them so much that it just starts to be a real problem?"

Exactly his fucking problem.

"Nah. I ain't' ever think of people like tha'." He answers almost too quickly, the lie slipping down a little too smoothly to his absolute horror. Daryl, however, was completely aware of what he was experiencing — completely present on his stupid issues, and he hated that you somehow wriggled your way to be the main root of all his dilemmas. Even so, Daryl was curious.

"Who're ya thinkin' about?" He diverts the topic towards you, trying not to let his discomfort fly into view, even though it’s probably already so obvious.

You chuckle, eyes crinkling at him. "I didn't say I was thinking about someone, Daryl." You lightheartedly taunted, and he fought back the heat that rushed up to his face, caught up with words as he struggled to gather a reply. You got him tongue-tied: again. Before he could retort his defense, you were quick to cut him off, placing a hand on his thigh with a playful shake of your head.

"I was just kidding, Daryl. I was thinking about someone." The soft grin on your lips encourages Daryl to relax beside you, but his heart continues to hammer in harsh beats, surely causing a tinge of pain throughout his chest.

It sure did.

"Been thinking about this amazing guy recently."

Daryl's brows unknowingly furrowed, a swirl of discomfort residing inside his stomach. "A guy?"

"Yeah? What? I can't dream of love?" You joke with a face full of blithe, shining almost as bright as the goddamn stars in his perspective.

He snorts a reply, "Nah, ain't sayin' that." The archer then sheepishly shrugged. "Just - just didn't think you'd get worried 'bout som'n like that, 'is'all." He finishes gently, catching your eye for a second before looking back down on the ground, lips pursed and his fingers laced together.

"Really?" You raised your brow at him in an amused manner, another chuckle bubbling out of you as you playfully jabbed his side with your elbow. "Would've never thought you'd take me as a responsible and sensible type, Dixon."

He could only roll his eyes, but his lips quirked up to a tiny grin, his baby blues shining in mirth as your energy radiated even under the cold of the night. "Never said that either."

"But you hinted at it." You sang with a grin, childishly wiggling your brows at him as you swing your legs back and forth. “Ya’ big softie.“

How could he even resist the urge to fucking smile?

You were just so infectious to Daryl, and everything about you was amazing to him — a huge enigma that he wants to explore all over and over again. He’d never get tired of you; he could never.

"Wanna talk about it?" Daryl broke his silence with a quiet exhale, releasing more of the smoke to color the air around him, without much of a care in the world.

You didn't spare him a glance and continued to stare straight ahead, your lips twisting up to a content smile. The archer rose a brow, trying to figure you out, but nothing in his mind was deemed helpful to scan your thoughts; all of them ending up to be a loud meaningless static, one that he couldn't quite figure out yet.

"Ya' deaf or som'n?" He grumbles, impatient, and nervous. It took Daryl some self-control not to practically bite his nails off his hands while you just beamed at him like some damn gorgeous nymph. He felt vulnerable, and he didn't know how to feel about it. He certainly felt attacked though.

"Not deaf, silly. I’m just surprised you don't know him yet." You finally say, your eyes glowing in mischief as you laughed. "I thought it was pretty obvious. I mean all those nights, those talks, those.." You trailed off, and Daryl almost regretted catching sight of the look that you just gave him, breath stuck in his throat as he watched your tongue swipe across your bottom lip.

"It’s a mistake, Y/N.“ Daryl finally takes the courage to speak up, face beet red as he looks at anything but your face. “We didn’t know the hell we’re doin’.” He grumbled, his voice drenched with every ounce of regret and shame he could ever carry from that night alone. He just didn’t think it felt right to him. Those nights were only used to pour those unwanted feelings and emotions out, Daryl thought, It didn’t mean shit.

It shouldn’t.

Not that he had complaints in the first place.

A part of him wanted to believe you — to tell you what he really felt, but as always:

He doesn’t know how.

Daryl took a long drag of his smoke before standing up, not entirely wanting to be in this conversation anymore. He didn't want to hear you spew out any more words that would just draw him back in; make him believe that he'd ever had that honor to just call you his for the rest of his life. "You should get some rest, Y/N." He spoke softly, hating to have to shut you down so quickly, but it was for the best. Daryl couldn't bring himself to be with you after all he's been through.

"What's stopping you?"

He doesn't deserve you.

"Stopping.. what..?" His voice was quiet and unsure, almost as if he was scared to hear what you were about to say next.

"What's stopping you from loving me?"

Daryl pursed his lips into a thin line. This was something that you've also asked him the night before, your bare body pressed against his chest while you snuggled under the late sky. He could barely get any word out to give you a proper answer. But even during times like those, Daryl could never tear his eyes off of you. You were drowsy, tired from the night’s activities, but you never seem to get restless of his scattered thoughts and feelings; you always tried your best to understand and communicate with him, but as always, Daryl remained nonchalant — almost as if he couldn't hear you amongst everything.

He was being unfair.

Eyes squeezed shut, knuckles white, jaws clenched — He's gotta drop and let you know.

"I.. I don' know how to love ya', Y/N." He confessed softly; ashamed that he couldn't give you the love that he wanted you to have — love that only people who weren't broken can give. "I.. I don' know how to love ya' like.. like how Glenn or Rick does." He croaks weakly. "They do it so easy, but I just fuckin'.. can't."

His frustration was evident, yet his head was facing the ground, not wanting to have you catch the longing and bitter look that he had on his stormy blue eyes.

"Daryl." His eyes slowly snaps towards the direction of your voice, lips trembling slightly as your cold palms brushed and settled on his reddened cheeks.

"I didn't follow you everywhere with the hopes of finding the same love that men like Rick or Glenn can give in you. I didn't go out of my way to be your run partner just to seduce you and jump on your lap. I'm with you because you make me happy, and you make me feel loved in the warmest way possible."

He watched your lips effortlessly mouth the words out to him as if you were reciting a ballad specially made only for his ears to reach.

"You don't have to show me or the others that you love me, Dixon, because I already know that you do." Your hold on his face tightens, and so did Daryl's heart as he watched you send a loving smile up at him. "You don't have to hide from me, Daryl. You don't have to be scared about not being able to compete with others because no matter what, you're the only damn thing I see."

It may take some time, but your words truly have impacted him more than he anticipated. There were moments where he'd thoroughly savor and indulge himself on your touch and with your words, letting himself loose within the security of your arms; this was one of those times.

"Damn it, sunshine." He curses quietly, breathless over how something as enchanting as you could ever be real — how even did he manage to capture you in his life?

He builds the courage to meet you in the eye, his heart singing at the sight of your eyes holding adoration only for him. "Hitting me with the cheesy shit again, huh."

Your grin widens, prompting his own smile to stretch along with yours. "Want to know how to love, Dixon?"

"Show me."

You're the only thing he sees.

a/n: OMG?? HI?? ITS BEEN A WHILE?MNDJEJE IM SORRY FOR THE INACTIVITY! schoolwork has been catching up and i have also been sick for the past few days! have this lil oneshot friends 💞💖 all you'll ever see in this blog is longing and yearning so kekeke prepare urself >:D

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bakedcrispers · 4 years

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hello frens 💔 sorry for the inactivity of this blog lately! been very busy bcs its exam week, but i promise i'll post a drabble soon! 🙏💖 drink water and stay safe, bitchez

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#I SWEAR POSTING AGAIN SOON ✌✌#WORKING ON TWO ONESHOTS AND A DRABBLE #GIVE YA GIRL SUMN TIME 😭🙏💖#bakedcrispers

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bakedcrispers · 4 years

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1K FOLLOWER GIFT

international simps.

hello, loves! i recently hit 1K followers and decided to create a discord server with the council: @pastanest, @twdsexual & @bakedcrispss! thank u all so so much for the support, it means the world that u guys love what i do!

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Crushes

[ gif's not mine! ]

Daryl's eyes lingered.

They always do.

He'd take his time, analyzing every inch and strand of clothing; outline of every curves that plagued his mind all damn night, merciless with the amount of dreams he'd get on continuously dull times.

Was it really so torturous for him?

He kept seeing those eyes.

Those bright, exuberant hues that seemed to taunt him to no end. He kept hearing those damned giggles that'd simply make his heart race twice as fast — make his palms so damn slick.

It was such a winsome melody.

If he didn't knew any better, he'd assume she was some damn goddess, passing by to wordlessly bless his day— to torment his poor heart.

A smile was more than enough to shorten his fuse.

" Oh wow, aunt Carol's right. " A tiny, high-pitched snort sounded beside him, alerting him of the presence of his niece, Judith; her voice sounding amused.

He scoffs quietly, not even wanting to look down and peer at the smug look she was supporting. " What's she right 'bout, huh? " He, albeit nervously, dared while staring straight ahead, face reddening the more his eyes lingered.

" That you've got a crush. "

" I don' got no stupid crush. ", was all he could muster while continuously averting his gaze away from anything but down, where Judith awaits with a smirk.

Her giggles only agitated him even further as she pressed on, clearly finding entertainment with his now rigid posture and flustered skin.

" Pft! Yeah right, you've been staring for hours! " She flails her arms around in big exaggerated motions, lips etching to a frustrated pout, pondering deep over her uncle's romantic dilemmas. " And there's only one reason why the Daryl Dixon's looking all moon-eyed in one direction! " She exclaims brightly, smacking the side of her fist against her palm, gasping dramatically with her eyes sparkling, like she had just solved a case.

Which was never a good look in Daryl's opinion.

No matter how cute it looked.

" You like Y/-! "

" N-Not too loud, kid. " The nervous hiss that came out of him was enough to elicit a muffled giggle from Judith. He groans internally to himself, but his eyes softens in fondness down at the bundle of mischievousness tucked in his arm, staring up at him in pure triumph.

Knowing how persistent the younger Grimes could be, especially towards this specific topic, Daryl finally claims defeat, indefinitely giving in as he sighs in aggravation. " A'ight, a'ight. Ya' got me. I admit. " He grumbles, glaring softly as she gave a muffled cheer against his hand. " But ya' gotta keep it a secret, okay? " His cheeks were tinted pink, staring his niece down with desperate eyes. He'd be in real deep shit if she'd find out, and that has to be the last thing he'd want to happen.

" Mm! " Small taps were sent on his hand, followed by subdued whines as she tried pulling his limb off her face. Although hesitant, Daryl abides, slowly clasping his palm off Judith's smirking mouth. " I'll keep it a secret, but—" She paused, smiling wide. " —only if you say it. "

His reply flowed small yet quick. " No. "

" Say it! "

" Never. "

" Pleaasee! I just wanna hear it! Just one time! Confirmation! Pretty pl-! "

" Okay, okay. " Visible steam rose around the archer's face in mortification, the panic on his face as clear as day as he just tries to play this off as something normal. " I'll tell, b-but don' you dare tell yer aunt Carol. " Daryl points a shaking finger at his niece, and thankfully, she complies to his request with an eager nod.

" Got'cha! " She brightens.

Taking another look around just to make sure no one was around, another shaky sigh slipped past his chapped lips, trying to gather his nerves before spitting a simple confession. " I.. I like Y/N. " His voice lowered the more the sentence progressed, hesitant and unconfident, and his niece's loud ass squeal of delight definitely did no help to his overheating face and shaking limbs.

" Ha! I knew it! I knew it! " Judith's face was wide and glowing as she took off, running across the streets with the biggest grin on her face.

The moment the toddler sped away, the redneck immediately knew what was going to happen.

And unfortunately for him, he didn't act fast enough to stop the following words that blared out of Judith's lungs.

" DARYL HAS A CRUSSHH! " She shrieks in glee as she ran, letting her little legs carry her as far away as she could from the larger ones that followed after her in a haste. She couldn't help but to give another playful scream as a voice full of embarrassment boomed behind her.

" C-COME BACK HERE, YA' LIL' RUNT!! "

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bakedcrispers · 4 years

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Calling All Writers!

It’s officially time for…COLLECTIVE ONE-SHOT ROUND 2.

For those of you who have no idea what I’m talking about…a couple of months ago I had an idea to get a bunch of writer’s together and create a collective one-shot (ft. Daryl x Reader). Everyone’s name was put into a random generator to correlate the order in which the story would be told and was tasked with writing 100-300 words, based off a general summary I created. Basically it was one, giant collab featuring some of your favorite TWD writers!

Here’s the final product from Round 1…More Than This.

Now, it’s time for Round 2!

If you are interested in participating, please comment down below and I will private message you the details!

The last time we did this, it was super fun! It just felt nice to be a part of something - especially with all the craziness in the world. It’s also cool to collab with likeminded people. It doesn’t matter if this is your first time writing, or if you’re a fanfiction veteran. All are welcome!

So, if you’re interested in joining in on Round 2, let me know!

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Hey boo, can I please be added to your forever taglist?😳😳 btw your works are the best luv 😩❤

OMG YES AGACHU FREN 💖💞💖 TYSM I APPRECIATE 😭💞✨

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Crushes

[ gif's not mine! ]

warnings: basically just fluff, female reader, mild swearing, nothing too bad!

Daryl's eyes lingered.

They always do.

He'd take his time, analyzing every inch and strand of clothing; outline of every curves that plagued his mind all damn night, merciless with the amount of dreams he'd get on continuously dull times.

Was it really so torturous for him?

He kept seeing those eyes.

Those bright, exuberant hues that seemed to taunt him to no end. He kept hearing those damned giggles that'd simply make his heart race twice as fast — make his palms so damn slick.

It was such a winsome melody.

If he didn't knew any better, he'd assume she was some damn goddess, passing by to wordlessly bless his day— to torment his poor heart.

A smile was more than enough to shorten his fuse.

"Oh wow, aunt Carol's right." A tiny, high-pitched snort sounded beside him, alerting him of the presence of his niece, Judith; her voice sounding amused.

"That you've got a crush."

"I don' got no stupid crush", was all he could muster while continuously averting his gaze away from anything but down, where Judith awaits with a smirk.

Her giggles only agitated him even further as she pressed on, clearly finding entertainment with his now rigid posture and flustered skin.

Which was never a good look in Daryl's opinion.

No matter how cute it looked.

"You like Aunt-!"

His reply flowed small yet quick. "No."

"Say it!"

"Never."

"Pleaasee! I just wanna hear it! Just one time! Confirmation! Pretty pl-!"

"Got'cha!" She brightens.

Taking another look around just to make sure no one was around, another shaky sigh slipped past his chapped lips, trying to gather his nerves before spitting a simple confession. "I.. I like her." His voice lowered the more the sentence progressed, hesitant and unconfident, and his niece's loud ass squeal of delight definitely did no help to his overheating face and shaking limbs.

"Ha! I knew it! I knew it!" Judith's face was wide and glowing as she took off, running across the streets with the biggest grin on her face.

The moment the toddler sped away, the redneck immediately knew what was going to happen.

And unfortunately for him, he didn't act fast enough to stop the following words that blared out of Judith's lungs.

"C-COME BACK HERE, YA' LIL' RUNT!!"

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