Daryl Dixon x Reader romance

Chapter 5

⚠️ May contain spoilers and triggering events⚠️
doesn't follow exact story line bruh don't get pressed

I woke up and Daryl was still asleep and cuddling me. This wasn't something unusual. We were always close like this, but this time something just felt different. I still felt sick, but a night where I was warm definitely helped. The thought that I wasn't going to die enlightened me.
Daryl was breathing heavily and passed out. I sat up and rubbed his head and just wished he would listen to how I feel. He moved his arms around me again in his sleep and pulled me towards him. I couldn't help but fall for him. I've always loved him, but I always hid it, and Im still not sure what we are.
Daryls eyes fluttered and he opened them.
His blue eyes stared at me and he smirked.

"Feeling better?" He smiled up at me while I still rubbed his head. "Way better. I still feel sick but not like I'm going to die." Daryl smiled even bigger and layed his head down on my thighs, and cuddled into my legs. I continued to rub his head , just staring at him. I can't believe I've known him for so long and still haven't been able to tell him how I feel.
"Merles still gone?" Daryl asked without looking up.
"Yeah. He probably just got stuck somewhere." I always was the best at reassuring Daryl, but now I wasn't even sure about anything.
"Y/n?" Daryl said again , still not looking up and still cuddling into your legs.
"About what you said last night-" Daryl continued still staring at the ground. He then lifted his head to look at me. "That you love me." I stared into Daryls eyes and was trying to concentrate on what he was saying.
"I.. I love you too y/n." Daryls words melted my heart and I knew I was blushing. He smiled and layed his head back down. I couldn't help but smile either. "I really never understood it." Daryl said as soon as I started rubbing his head again. "Understood what?" Daryl took a deep breathe before answering my question. "In high-school. Why you hung out with me and Merle. You're just so.. gorgeous and above us." Daryl knew how to flatter me. I blushed again.
"I'm nothin more than you guys. Just as broke and as shitty life as you." I tried not to seem full of myself by focusing on the fact that Daryl just called me gorgeous.
"But besides that, you just deserve better than me, which is why I don't understand why you love me, and keep asking what our relationship is." Daryl said. It hurt me to know that Daryl didn't think anything of himself. But I saw so much in him.
I wish he could see it too.
"Because... I want you." I almost whispered it. I wasn't sure if I wanted Daryl to hear .
He lifted his head and sat up facing me.
We sat in silence for a second.
All of a sudden, Daryl reached out and put his hands on my face and started rubbing my cheeks with his thumbs. He leaned in and hesitated, but pressed his lips against mine. I wrapped my arms around him and started kissing him back. He pulled his lips away and left his hands on my face. He looked up at me and lifted his hands off me. I took mine off him.
He sat infront of me and didn't speak , but then turned around and started to light a cigarette.
"Want a puff?" Daryl asked after he did.
I nodded and he put the cigarette to my lips and I took a hit. He was still holding onto the cigarette and his fingers pressed against my lips as I took the hit.
I couldn't process what had happened. The only other time we kissed was in 9th grade when we played a game of spin the bottle. That was before I had feelings, and it was just a peck. He smiled up and me and smiled back. Were we more now?