Norman Reedus Imagines

Home Sweet Home (Daryl)

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"How do you feel today?" I rolled over in bed to look at Daryl. Flashing a smile at him I tried to be as cheerful as I could. He had gotten injured on a run and Denise said that he couldn't really use his left leg for the next couple of weeks. He had never before been that heavily injured and heck, I had never been that worried in my whole life. We were lucky he didn't break his bone though.
"Same as yesterday", Daryl muttered.
"Should I ask Denise for more painkillers?" I ran finger down his bare chest making him shiver slightly. However, it didn't bring a smirk to his lips as I had hoped.
"No", he snorted trying to turn away from me but failed as his leg got in his way. He grunted in pain. "I'm fine."
"Daryl, c'mon, let me help you." I rested my head on his shoulder. I didn't know why Daryl did his best to stay as far from me as possible not letting me help him in any way and whenever I asked he would just turn away with a shrug. I assumed it was his injured pride or something stupid and childish like that. We had been dating for more than a year now and I really didn't understand why he kept acting like that. As if he still had something to prove to me. He didn't. He saved me more than once, helped me in any way he could. I wouldn't be alive without him and the least thing I could do was help him now. If only he let me...
"I'm fine", he repeated rolling his eyes. "I don't need to be mothered..."
"I'm not trying to mother you, Daryl. I'm just trying to be here for you as you were for me. Remember when I had to rest my twisted ankle for a couple of weeks!?"
He snorted.
"Yeah, I figured. Let me do the same for you." I sat up to look at him as he obviously didn't want me anywhere too close to him.
"Why would ya want that?!"
"Seriously, Daryl!? After all this time?! I wanna care for you because I love you. Let me at least get you breakfast. We'll start with that, okay?!" I got up and walked out of the room before Daryl could protest or keep me from doing it. Sooner or later he would start to be okay with it, until then I would just ignore his protest and help him as much as I could.
The smell of coffee filled our house soon after and with fresh bread and hot coffee I walked back to our room where Daryl was still lying in bed, still pouting.
"Here you go", I chirped placing a kiss on his nose accompanied by his protesting and grunting. "If you need anything, just call me, okay?"
"Yeah, sure", Daryl muttered taking a sip from his coffee. Well, at least he ate and drank something. I could live with that until we'd get to the rest sooner or later. I closed the door behind me as I left to do the laundry and other housework.

It was about an hour later. I was standing in the kitchen doing the dishes when I heard a loud noise from upstairs as if something heavy had fallen down. I jumped up and ran up the stairs. Daryl wasn't lying in bed where I had told him to stay. I had told him to call for me if he needed anything. Fuck, Daryl.
"Daryl, where are you?", I yelled looking around. The noises were coming from the bathroom. What did he do now?!
I hurried over throwing the door open. Daryl was sitting in the shower looking utterly annoyed and angry. He was cursing as he fumbled around with the shower head.
"What happened!?" My eyes were wide with shock as I hurried over to him and tried to help him up. I took the shower head from him and by the time I had my arms around his waist to pull him up on his feet again I was soaking wet. "I would have helped you!"
"I can do this", Daryl snarled. He had difficulties keeping himself on his feet but still tried to get himself away from me. I had to force him to keep holding on to me so that he wouldn't fall down again.
"What's your problem, Daryl?", I asked trying to stay as calm as I could. His stubbornness was driving me crazy, but I knew yelling at him would only cause him to get even further away from me.
"Nothin'", he muttered looking down. I almost got him, just one more slight push.
"I love you. Please talk to me", I whispered back.
"Fine!", he snapped. "I feel fuckin' useless and I hate it. I don't want ya to think I'm so fuckin' weak."
"I'd never think that. You're injured because you were strong, stronger than any of us. I want to help you because I love you and because I knew that you're only injured because you protected all of us." I ran my fingers up and down his arm and even though I felt his muscles clenching under my hands he didn't try to get away this time.
"I still don't want ya to be my fuckin' nurse..."
"I just want to help you shower..." I looked at him wide eyed.
"Yeah, exactly..." Daryl squinted at me. He would have shifted away if he hadn't been holding on to me. At least now I knew what made him feel so uncomfortable.
"Just...wait a second, okay!?", I grinned as an idea struck me. I hurried out of the bathroom after I had made sure that Daryl wouldn't lose his balance again. I grabbed a bottle of Southern Comfort and Vanilla scented candle, the only scent Daryl would allow around the house. I hurried back to him almost tearing my shirt apart as I tried to get rid of it while still holding the bottle and candle.
"What now?" Daryl looked me up and down.
"If you don't want to be treated like a patient.. well..." I placed the candle on a shelf next to the shower. "We'll just have a little fun and you just so happen to get clean in the process", I winked taking my clothes of while Daryl watched me with wide eyes. He looked like he couldn't believe what was happening, as if this was the first time of us showering together.
"I..uhm", Daryl muttered looking down with cheeks as red as a tomato. "I like that."
"I know", I grinned thrusting the bottle into his hand.
Daryl was looking down on the bottle, holding it gently like his first born. His eyes were so kind for a second there I wished I was the bottle. When Daryl looked back up the look in his eyes didn't change.
"I love you", he muttered before bringing the bottle to his lips swallowing a few big gulps.
"Assuming that you're talking to me and not the bottle", I laughed. "I love you too."
"I am", Daryl smirked turning on the water. It was cold at first, the drops on my skin made me shiver. After another big gulp Daryl put the bottle to the side to pull me close to him. I was sure he would have preferred keeping the bottle close to him as well but as he had only one hand to work with I was happy he chose to hold me. I smiled at him grabbing the shampoo next to us. Ever since we arrived at Alexandria Daryl and I had developed this habit of sneaking in whenever the other was showering so this really wasn't new to us. Even though it felt like it.
My hands were trembling as I opened the bottle and poured a bit of the liquid into my hand. Daryl's hand on my back was warm and soft and I was more than aware of his fingertips drawing circles on my skin.
As I was soaping his back, running my hands across his naked body Daryl lowered his head to my shoulder tracing my neck with his lips. I shivered again but not with cold this time. As he started to bite my skin softly I couldn't help but moan. My hands wandered to his hair out of instinct and I had difficulties concentrating. Daryl slowly made his way up to my ear.
"That's more like it", he whispered.
I ran my fingers through his hair pulling it slightly.
"I knew you'd like it", I muttered back. It was still difficult to concentrate on my task always keeping the right distance so he wouldn't lose balance or put weight onto his injured leg. He would hurt himself even further if that happened. Gosh, this wasn't supposed to be so much fun. I had a job to do! However I was really determined to finish what I had started later on when we were both lying down with little to no risk of hurting Daryl's leg.
"Ya think I'm all good now?", Daryl smirked. He had obviously been thinking the same as I did.
"Yes, sir", I grinned. As Daryl turned off the shower I grabbed a big towel and wrapped it around his hips. Then another one to cover myself with. We left a trail of water drops from the shower to the bed but somehow made it without slipping.
"Thanks though", Daryl mumbled his arm resting comfortably across his closed eyes.
"For what?" I grabbed the towel next to him to hang them in the bathroom. The cold water dripping from my hair left goosebumps all over my body.
"I know what ya did", Daryl muttered.
"Oh... well, that wasn't as atrocious as it seemed. And now that you're lying down...", I purred as I lay next to him tracing the veins on his arm with my finger.
"What? Ya ain't gonna cuddle?!", Daryl pouted rolling over to look at me before he burst into laughter. Something I hadn't heard in so long...I felt a lump in my throat as I watched Daryl's face, the light in his eyes.
"Oh, babe, I'm really not the type for cuddling", I joked in a deep voice making Daryl laugh even harder. I was so relieved to see him happy again. Seeing my plan of seducing him under the shower pay off so well... I hadn't expected that.
"I didn't know ya were that kind of a person!", Daryl laughed imitating a teenage girl's indignant voice. We laughed loud and from the bottom of our hearts for a while before Daryl stopped. He locked eyes with me, an intense look on his face.
"Seriously...I.. just wanna have ya close, ya know!?", he muttered wrapping his arms around my waist to pull me to his chest where I listened to his heartbeat as Daryl stroke my hair. We lay wrapped in each other's arms until we feel asleep. And we were still in each other's arms when the sunlight tickled us both awake.