|Mid 20‘s | Obsessed with Daryl and Chibs 💕|

Chibs portrait using Graphite and charcoal pencils

"That's why we come. Winter's here. Time for us to go. No better way to die than sword in hand."

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Daryl, drunkenly draping himself over Y/N’s lap: Hey.

Y/N: Hey.

Daryl: Y’got a boyfriend?

Y/N: Yeah. He’s currently using me as a sofa.

Daryl, looking up at her in complete shock: Better be treatin' ya right or m’gonna kick his ass.

Y/N: ...

Y/N: Daryl, you’re my boyfriend.

Daryl, slowly smiling crookedly: For real? I bagged ya?!

Y/N: Sure did, tough guy. Sure did.

Daryl: …

Daryl: M’I treatin’ ya right?

Y/N, chuckling: If I said no, what would you do? Kick your own ass?

Cheers for the cracking find for @itstoolateforroses 🫶🤩

There’s more to this picture?!?!?!?! I’m fucking dead!!!

(Also that third pic is giving me a dirty thought.)

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Daryl, glaring and swatting at the mug: Told ya, I don’t need no damn leaf water. I ain’t sick.

Y/N: Daryl, your forehead is hot enough to fry an egg on, and I think you coughed up a lung. You’re gonna drink the tea when it cools a little.

Daryl, growling: No. Go away ‘fore I kick your ass.

Merle, chuckling from the other side of the tent: Oh, don't worry ‘bout lil’ brother, sugar. He’s always a prickly lil’ feral cat when he’s got the bugs. But me? -cough, cough- Oh, the light’s fadin’, darlin'. I think ol’ Merle needs some’a that tender lovin’ care.

Y/N, sighing: Merle, you have a mild head cold. Sit down.

Merle: Now, see, y’shouldn't be wastin’ your time on a lost cause like him. Why don'cha come over here, check my pulse, an’ see if ya can't make a dyin’ man's last wishes come true? M’highly cooperative when a pretty thing is holdin’ the cup.

Daryl, eyes darting to Merle before snatching the mug out of Y/N's hand: …

Y/N, blinking as he chugs the entire cup of boiling hot tea in three seconds: Daryl, that was scalding.

Daryl, tossing the mug down, wiping his mouth, and all but yanking Y/N onto the bedroll: He ain’t the patient. He don't get shit.

Y/N, smiling knowingly at Daryl while Merle rolls over with a huff: 102° fever and still cognizant enough to get jealous. Impressive, Daryl.