A/N: Buckle up buckaroos! This one is gonna be a long and spicy one! And when I say spicy, I don't mean mild spicy, I mean ghost pepper spicy!
WARNING: This chapter does include sexual content so if that makes you uncomfortable or triggers you, please skip this one! I'll put a mark on the point to skip <3
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Once we got to Daryl's room, he kicked the door closed behind us, then threw me onto the mattress whilst he dug through his things, presumably to find a shirt for me.
I adjusted myself to sit in a more comfortable position, then leaned against the wall as I watched him throw his things everywhere. I honestly couldn't help but watch on in amusement as a smile kept onto my face. I guess he really was serious about the shirt thing...
I had been in Daryl's room multiple times before, it was essentially my second room by now, in fact, I'm pretty sure some of my things are lying around in here..somewhere. I know for a fact some of my arrows are, he always stole them when I wasn't looking...
Daryl was the only other person besides Rick who had a room rather than a cell, though his room wasn't actually any bigger than the cells or anything, actually, they were probably around the same size.
The reason he didn't have a cell was because he didn't like feeling trapped, so he took the perch office. He rarely ever slept in here though, most of the time he'd sleep on the perch itself, when he did sleep that is, and presumably for the same reason he didn't want to sleep in the cells. He just took the room to store his stuff in, plus some privacy was an added bonus.
He didn't have much furniture in here, not even a bed or a chair, he only had a desk to put his stuff on. He slept on a mattress and some blankets, and as for his things, well, he just kinda threw them around everywhere...but when they weren't thrown around, they were just stuffed in some duffle.
He was pretty simplistic and messy in the way he lived, but weirdly enough, that didn't bother me. Usally, I would be bothered by such a mess, but...I don't know...it was just part of Daryl I guess. Part of his charm. I didn't mind it as much when it was him.
I leaned my head against the wall as I watched him throw clothes about and I couldn't help but let a smile tug at my lips.
"I didn't know you were so fussy about clothes..." I teased.
He grunted as he searched through his things.
"Ain't tha'."
I hummed and moved my posture so I could rest my chin on my hand.
"Worried I won't like your clothes?" I teased again.
He grumbled.
"Stop bein' a smartass."
I chuckled a little.
"So you are.."
He looked over his shoulder to me with an annoyed look, causing me to laugh and surrender.
"Alright, alright! I'm joking, grumpy pants."
He grumbled and went back to searching.
"But why are you being so picky? I'll wear whatever as long as it's yours."
I saw a smile tug at his lips.
"Long as it's mine, huh?"
I immediately froze, regretting what I had said as felt my ears grow hot.
"I..."
He chuckled and shook his head.
"Can' just give ya anythin', my clothes'll be big on ya, an' most o' my shirts are tanks."
I raised a brow.
"That's fineee?? I wear tanks anyway?"
"It ain't."
He turned to me and threw a shirt in my face.
"Yer tits'll pop out."
I dragged the shirt off my face and smirked at him.
"Like you'd complain if that happened."
He smirked and crossed his arms.
"Naw, I wouldn't. But I ain't lettin' others see ya like tha'."
I hummed with a mischievous smirk on my face.
"Ooh, so you'd be bothered by it?"
He averted my gaze.
"No, I just..don' want ya to be exposed.."
"Are you sureee that's the reason?"
"Yea'.."
"How cute."
He scowled at me, making me laugh.
"I bet it's still, a least a little, because you just don't want others to see though."
"It ain't."
"Ooh?"
I gave him a mischievous look.
"So if I were to wear a bikini and go swimming-"
He clicked his tongue and closed his eyes as he leaned back on the table.
"Shut up an' just put the damn shirt on."
I chuckled and began to get changed.
"Alright, alright. I'll stop teasing.."
I couldn't help but laugh.
"Don't peak." I teased.
He grumbled.
"Just change."
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