daryl dixon being a cuddler ΰ¨ΰ§
in the comfort of his home and with the person he loves, daryl dixon is nothing more than a cuddler.
yes, he's usually this tough, alert man that life decided to forge in him to survive, but there are these moments where he just lets himself be.
who would have thought he would find his home not somewhere, but in someone, and in the apocalypse.
when he's with you at home, he follows you with his eyes, although hidden behind his hair that has grown a little too long. when you sit next to him, he slowly leans closer until you notice what he's looking for, and as soon as you open your arms to him, he takes refuge in you.
he may be bigger than you, but being there, surrounded by your scent and warmth, makes that one of the least important details. he still can't fully wrap his head around this feeling; it still seems foreign to him, even though you've taught him over time that this is okay.
he bows his head to your chest when you stroke his hair, his big hands stroking your back shyly, though he also seeks to comfort you despite not really knowing how.
when you rest your forehead against his, his hands cup your face gently, because despite being rough most of the time, there is a fragility in you that he wants to protect at all costs.
and when you brush his hair away from his face, he looks at you with those sharp blue eyes that have an uncommon softness in them, as if you had relieved his heart for a while.
in moments like this, all he wants is to lose himself in you, in this feeling that frightens him, as if he were drowning in it, but you're there to keep him afloat. he won't let go until you do.
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