Sugar honey iced tea, bumblebee on the scene. Yeah, I'd give up my bakery just to have a piece of your pie. Ugh! You were standing in front of the mirror of your and Daryl's house. You looked at your stomach and sighed, your shoulders slumped. You lifted your shirt and grumbled. Out of no where, you felt calloused hands wrapping around your tummy and a stubbled chin nuzzling into the groove of your neck. "Whatcha grumblin' for?" he mumbled into your skin. "I..I just feel so fat." you whispered. Daryl grunted. "Yer dumb. Ya ain't fat, ya soft and I like it...a lot" He replied. He squeezed you tightly and wrapped his arms further around you. (y'all cannot convince me that Daryl don't like softer girls. You just cant. Like at all. This is during the apocolypse)