Daryl Dixon

I'm more than what you see. Someday I'll be great. #preTWDparody #21+

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint -reminded him of what he had yet to face. However, he couldn't find a decent way to make the night prolong.

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint "Yes, but in the best way." His answer was true. Painfully so. Her eyes made him feel like he was home. How could you tell someone that and not sound like an absolute fool?

He molded their hands together once again. "I don't want tonight to be over." The ache in his ribs-

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint "I never stutter and I mean every word I say."

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

Does a happy dance.

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint -two days away. His days were so dark when he didn't see her. He stopped at his bike, letting his hand slid from hers. Instantly feeling incomplete.

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint - his perfectly. Her hand was lace against his made of leather. Somehow it seemed right.

He opened the door for her as a gentleman should. Yet his heart sank as he realized the night was quickly ending. The only place to go from here was goodbye till her next shift. That was-

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint -like he had in the past. Still, he would be the constant gentleman. He would respect Carol above anyone else. She gave him life in a dead existence.

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint -easy to shut off that part of him but with Carol...His mind. His body. They functioned separate from his mind. He didn't want to fight what she made him feel. He wanted to give in. To know what her touch felt like. He wanted to feed the fire growing in him. Not douse it out-

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint clammy. Sweat beaded on his forehead. "How has your day been?" He mentally kicked himself for failing to come up with better conversation material.

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint "Daryl." He smiled, the pie and coffee suddenly forgotten. His leg bounced beneath the table out of nervousness. He hadn't expected her to grant his request. Anyone else would have laughed at him.

She hadn't even flinched. Hadn't hesitated. She had just sat. His hands turned-

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint -pitchforks as if to ban him like an ogre from one of his mothers story books.

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint -coldest parts of him. Her eyes...her eyes haunted his dreams in the best way. The mountain boy who was as wild as the wind, could be controlled with her smallest whim.

He wanted her to know this information. He feared it would send the town after him with torches and-

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint -else to take notice. Would it be weird if he mentioned it? It would and he shouldn't. "Your hair looks nice." How more stupid could you be? He screamed at himself. This would be the last time he could be seen in this establishment. He felt the heat flood his cheeks.

[Daryl Dixon @BenevolentSaint]

@SenoiaSaint -making a change. Ordering a soda or a piece of cake just for a change of pace, but he chose not to. He liked simple things. Like coffee and blueberry pie. Simple order for a simple man.

She had changed her hair just slightly. A half an inch off the ends. Not enough for anyone-