Daryl Dixon one-shots

One of a kind

POV: Daryl cupping your face and telling you he loves your smile.

Daryl had always been a man of few words. He kept his emotions close to the vest, never letting anyone get too close.

But there was something about Y/N that made him want to open up. Maybe it was her infectious smile, or her unwavering bravery in the face of danger. Whatever it was, he found himself drawn to her in a way that he couldn't explain.

One day, as they sat around, Daryl found himself staring at Y/N, captivated by her smile. Without thinking, he reached out and gently cupped her face in his hands.

"I love your smile," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N looked up at him, surprised by his sudden display of affection. But she didn't pull away. Instead, she leaned into his touch, feeling a warmth spread through her body.

"Thank you," she said, her voice soft.

Daryl held her gaze for a moment longer, his heart pounding in his chest. He wanted to say more, to tell her how he felt, but the words wouldn't come.

Instead, he leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, a gentle kiss filled with all the emotion he couldn't put into words.

Y/N responded eagerly, her arms wrapping around his neck as they kissed, lost in the moment.

When they finally pulled away, they were both breathless, their hearts racing.

"I love you," Daryl said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Y/N smiled, her eyes shining with happiness. "I love you too," she said.

And with that, they settled back into each other's arms, content in the knowledge that they had found something special in the midst of a world gone mad.