These restless nights were starting to creep up on Daryl. He assumed he could thug it out and push through it but it didn’t work like that.

He pulled your sleeping form closer to him, stuffing his face in the crook of your neck. He knew his scruffy beard was tickling you but he wanted to relish in this moment.

“I love you, Dollface.” he sighs. He didn’t want you to hear him be so vulnerable. He had never told you he loved you to your face but his actions made up for it.