❛ 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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fifty.
I was awoken by the bright and warm sunlight pouring through the window of our, I guess, newly claimed bedroom. I yawned, rubbing my eyes free of sleep. I turned over on my side to face Daryl who laid beside me bare chested. He pulled my warm unclothed body closer to his. I laid there for a while, grinning lightly as I reveled in the close embrace. I would love to spend every morning for the rest of my life like this. I kissed his shoulder before I decided to carefully roll out of his arms and get dressed for the day. His arm suddenly snaked around my waist, preventing me to go any further. Daryl pulled me back into to him as I giggled, my body pressed up against his once again.
"Stay here," he mumbled groggily.
"I wanna get dressed," I groaned, attempting to pull away from Daryl. His grip on me only got tighter.
"Stay, Aften," he whined. "Please."
"No!" I broke free from his grip after kissing his forehead. "You didn't wanna shower with me yesterday so consider this payback," I smirked as I pulled my clothes back on. "You can come downstairs if you wanna be with me so bad."
"Nah," he grumbled, shoving his face into the pillow. I shook my head in disbelief at how goofy he was being, chuckling under my breath as I sauntered out of the room and down the stairs to the living room where the group was talking amongst themselves. When they spotted me, they all went silent. I stared back at them, shifting nervously in place.
"Uhhh, hi," I awkwardly greeted them. They responded not with words, but with faces twisted like they were about to burst into laughter. What the fuck was so funny? I tried to ignore it and walked into the kitchen to find some food. I found a box of cereal and dug my hand into it, stuffing the bits into my mouth. When I tore my gaze away from the box, Daryl was standing in the living room being awkwardly stared at by the others. The group then began to chuckle quietly. When I realized what they were laughing about, I almost dropped the cereal box. There was no way we were that loud, were we? Oh my god, I hope not or I'd never hear the end of it especially from Tara.
"To hell with y'all," Daryl said bitterly as he grabbed his crossbow, his face turning bright red. He stormed outside. The group then shifted their eyes back to me. I stood there, somewhat glued to my spot as I slowly chewed the cereal. I wanted to die right there on the spot. With each moment of silence, my face grew hotter and hotter.
"Is that cereal hitting the spot," Glenn asked me, holding back a chuckle. Everyone began full out laughing. My eyes widened and I immediately began searching for a quick exit out of this situation. I snatched up the box of cereal and hustled outside, slamming the door behind me. I sat down next to Daryl who was cleaning his crossbow.
"I can't deal with them right now," I sighed, the anxiety leaving my body as I relaxed with being away from the embarrassing attention.
"Least they know ye're mine," he managed to say with a straight face. I almost choked on my cereal, nudging Daryl hard.
