Norman Reedus Imagines

Not The First (Daryl)

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Your and Daryl's relationship was anything but a secret. It wasn't because you shared public kisses– in fact, you barely did. It wasn't because of how you looked at each other, how you spoke to one another or even how you talked about each other.

It wasn't a surprise to the group because of the way you protected each other. The others were your family and you and Daryl loved them, but to each other was different. It was a kind of love that you wouldn't believe was true. Something you would risk everything for.

You and Daryl and your ups and downs just like any normal relationship, though. He was a closed off person and you weren't as much. It was hard for the two of you to grow so close at first, but eventually, the relationship blossomed.

Daryl didn't like sharing in general. That was obvious enough. He especially didn't like the idea of you being with men prior to him. He didn't like how other men looked at you. It made him angry. There was a word to describe the Dixon boy and that word was envious. He became jealous easily and sometimes it was too much for you.

But those previous times were inadequate compared to when he found out you had been engaged. That the apocalypse was the only reason you hadn't walked down that aisle on a bright June day, a wedding dress painting your body.

That ring never quite found itself on your fingers again after you had met Daryl. Something about him helped you move on and develop feelings. You were slightly thankful for the apocalypse because of this, you had met the man you loved and although it hurt at first, you were able to get over it. With Daryl by your side, things didn't seem so hard anymore. He made it better. He made it into a life for you.

So here you both lay. His arms cocooning you as you snored away. You both slept as the sky outside began growing brighter. Hours past and sweat formed between your bodies. Soft air hit your ear at the rhythm of Daryl's breaths.

The rays of the sunshine through the curtains and hit the bottom of the bed, where the sheet was piled. You lay next to each other, clothing nowhere to be seen. Your breathing was almost synced as you both dreamed of lives together.

Maybe it was the odd temperatures spreading throughout your body that awoke you. The harsh sun was shining on your feet, Daryl's chest flush against your back; creating sweat drops to leak from both your pores at the heat of each other's bodies combined. The cool air of autumn sat around the room, making your skin tingle everywhere else. You felt yourself regain feeling in your limbs, breathing in deeply in a sighing manor.

(Y/E/C) eyes fluttered opened slowly to see an apple placed upon a side table. You smiled softly, remembering Michonne's jokes about the nourishing after-sex snack. You were thankful to have taken her advice because of the increasing ache in your stomach. You had missed dinner last night and it was catching up to you.

Daryl's arms still were wrapped around you, small snores emitting from his throat. You moved, lying on your back as the younger Dixon stirred. His face scrunched up into a confused look as he retracted his arms, lying on his own back. You looked to him, awe evident in your squinted eyes as he rubbed his own. He sighed, letting his arms drop back down beside him.

He turned, looking at you with a sly smile. His eyes quickly flickered to your exposed body, not stopping himself from smiling a bit more. You noticed everything he did and it drove a blush to your cheeks. You rolled your eyes at your own behaviour, a smile gracing your lips still while you reached for the juicy apple.