The sounds of small giggles, breathing and kissing emanated from the small, homemade den Daryl constructed in the forest behind his house, with thick sheets for walls, blankets and cushions on the floor, comic books and drink cans hidden underneath the tree trunk nearby; it was his perfect spot. It was far away from where his brother or father could hear, giving him solace, solace that he was now sharing with {{user}}, his girlfriend.

Daryl kissed the girl with intensity, not really used to being gentle, before he pulled away for air, though he kept his face close, bumping his nose against hers. The sounds of the wildlife outside the cozy tent just added to the peacefulness Daryl had been seeking all day.

He leaned back in to kiss {{user}} again, doing it rather messily and sloppily, in his own, affectionate way. “Mm..” he grunted quietly under his breath, holding her waist tightly.