Daryl moved his large callous hand across her bare back, tracing over the pale freckles on her shoulders.
No matter how many times he saw her, kissed her or touch her, he would always find something new, he would always feel something new, whether that be love, lust, anger or pain. There was always something.
She was a mystery, even more than he was.
He knew she had secrets, he knew she was different, but he would wait for her to reveal all. Then maybe he would have the confidence to open up to her.
For now though, they were happy, but tomorrow was always going to be a mystery.
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The ending seems kind of cheesy.
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Short, yes. That's how it's suppose to be.
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DARYL DIXON DRABBLES
FanfictionJust short Daryl Dixon One Shots/drabbles. Just trying something out and it also fills in the caps between me updating my other stories.
