❛ now daryl, daryl was gray. he always seemed to be bitter and emotionless with no other dimensions to himself; his mere presence was the only one. gray was intriguing, almost acting like an acquired taste, but it had the potential to be beautiful t...
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The campfire that burned in front of us crackled, a low almost inaudible chatter amongst the group. I had my eyes fixed on the flame, no one bothering to start up a conversation with me. Daryl suddenly nudged me with his elbow. I turned my head towards him.
"What," I asked in a hushed voice, staring at his blank face. He leaned in close to my ear.
"I wanna show ya somethin'," he whispered, his fingers lightly brushing my hand.
"What is it?" My brows knitted together in confusion as I followed his lead, standing up and beginning to shuffle away from the fire. No one even seemed to notice we were leaving, too busy in their conversations to even look up.
"Ye'll see," he said back to me, entering an opening in the trees. I turned around to look back at the group, the fire and everyone still visible as I was led away. I slammed into the back of Daryl, stumbling. I hadn't noticed we'd stopped.
"Christ," I muttered in surprise. I could barely see him, the moonlight only providing a sleek outline of the top of his head. "What're we doing out here," I questioned him, slightly annoyed from our seemingly pointless trek out here.
"Just wanted to get away for a little bit... have some alone time," he answered, reaching out his hand and grabbing mine to hold it in his. He leaned forward and gently pressed his lips against mine. I could feel my face begin to flush, as I was taken back by the sudden action. I kissed him back, softly moving my lips against his as I tried my best to hold back my laughter at the situation. He was such a cheeseball.
I could feel his hand leave mine, only to feel his arm wrap around my waist and pull my hips closer to his. His lips traveled over to my neck. They were warm against my cold, flushed skin. I smiled, tilting my head to the side while my hands began to roam below his belt just to tease. Daryl softly groaned as I brushed over him, taking my time to see his reaction. He nipped at my neck, his other hand on the zipper of his pants. I placed my hand on top of his to try and stop him. Doing this out here was too risky.
A twig cracked in the darkness not too far away from us. My breath hitched in my throat and we quickly pulled away from each other. Daryl rapidly whipped out his knife.
"Let's go back," he muttered, sounding embarrassed. "Somethin' might be out here." He gently grabbed my hand and swiftly led me back to the campfire for safety.
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Carol and I strolled along next to each other, the group soaking in the mid-afternoon light. Sticks cracked in the trees near us, everyone lifting their weapons just in case what came through was a threat. Daryl trotted up the ditch with a chain of squirrels hanging across his back. He stared at us in annoyance.
"We surrender, damn," he grumbled, muttering something under his breath as he made his way over to Rick who happened to be walking in front of Carol and I. "No tracks, no nothin'," Daryl told him.
