Daryl was convinced for most of his life that he’d never be in a committed relationship, after growing up in the household he did it was hard to stay with one thing at once.

That was until you came along.

Just a small town bar scene where he sat drinking while Merle was off flirting with someone, when you sat down next to him (he later asked why you did this and you simply answered that it was because he seemed like the most normal and respectful person there), you somehow struck up a conversation with him and made him smile enough times that it was obvious that you were different.

Somehow, some way, you were different.

After months of casual meet ups and accidentally bumping into each other he finally asked you out. Hard to believe that was over a year ago. And where he was now was different to where he would ever have expected someone as tough and rugged as himself to be.

After rolling up last night on his motorbike he stayed the night in your place, and waking up he was tucked up next to you in your bed, and only minutes later you got up and walked back in with breakfast, which you ate while watching a movie on your tv while having breakfast in bed. Your room was the definition of girly. Pink bedsheets, a four poster bed with laced curtains, plushies everywhere, I could go on.

Once he finished his plate he placed it on his bedside table and watched you from the corner of his eye, watching you eat your food and pay attention to the tv as if it was the most interesting thing your cute little mind could ever wrap itself around.

So as soon as you finished your plate he pulled you closer to his side and kissed the top of your head, more vulnerable with you than anyone else, even his own brother.

“Weather’s meant to be nice ou’ today” he says gruffly as he squeezed your hip “wha’ do you wan’ to do? I’ll drive us.”

Your mind went into the few things you’d read about over the past few days: night food markets, antique shops, indie cafes and indie record shops. After wracking your brain you spoke up sweetly.