Meet Me Under Our Willow (A Daryl Dixon Pre-Apocalypse Love Story)

Chapter 19 - Pillow Talk

I lightly trace patterns on Daryl's buff chest, watching goose bumps rise in my path. The cool sheets wrap around our naked bodies as we lie in his bed, tangled in each other's arms. It's a comfortable silence, Daryl's arm lay under my head and his hand runs through my hair occasionally.

I grin when I think about why we're lying here...like this. I quietly giggle to myself.

"What's so funny?" Daryl teases.

I snuggle into him more, "Just thinking about what we just did is all."

"Was it bad?" he asked.

"Of course not. It was...amazing." I breathed, and tucked my face into the crook of his neck, placing my lips on his skin. He makes a grumbling noise low in his chest that makes my heart flutter.

"Hey, Dare?" I ask after a moment. He hums in response.  "What did you mean when you said you knew me?"

He turns on his side to face me and brushes some hairs out of my face. I wait for him to continue.

"When ye get frustrated or angry, yer lips form into a tight line," he says, lightly tracing my lips, "'nd yer eyebrows scrunch together 'nd form a crease." he smooth's out the space between my eyebrows with his thumb.

"Ye have such a distinct laugh, it makes everyone turn their heads 'nd join ye."

He smirks, "When ye smile, ye get this glimpse in yer eye, and ye can't help but stare. When yer thinkin' about somethin', ye bite yer bottom lip. When ye blush," he said, stroking my cheek, "ye always grab the same strand of hair and twirl it in yer fingers." 'Nd when yer nervous, ye tend to wring yer hands."

I'm stunned he's observed all these little things, let alone studied them.

"Should I continue?" he asks.

I have no response. I launch myself at him, kissing him with so much passion and force he rolls onto his back and pulls my body on top of him. Before things went any further, I pulled away to look at him. His eyes filled with that familiar emotion from the night before that made my stomach roll in pleasure.

"I need you to know something." I tell him, looking down.

"What is it, sweetheart?" he asked, placing a hand on my cheek.

"I-I'm a virgin...or I was before last night." I confessed, slightly embarrassed.

"Did I hurt ye?" he immediately asked.

"No, no. It was actually really good. Better than I ever imagined."

"Really?" he asked, his hands running up and down my body.

I bite my bottom lip and nod in response. He smiles, showing off his perfect teeth and reaches up to suck on my neck. I moan as he rolls us over, leading me into a blissful afternoon.

Sorry for such a short chapter, but still hoped you liked it! Happy spring break and Walking Dead day!