Something

Daryl: What?

Y/N: Would you still love me if I were a worm?

Daryl: Still?

Y/N, dramatically falling onto him: Oh, straight through my heart.

Daryl, affectionately patting your back: Yeah, yeah… But, nah, I still would. Hell, if you were a worm I’d build ya a nice compost bin and find you other worms to hang with n’ stuff.

Y/N: Aww, I’d do the same for you.

Y/N: Really? What, uh, what makes you say that?

Beth: He took me out hunting, and when we saw some dandelions he said they reminded him of you.

Y/N: What he’d say? Soft yet radiant? Bright but overlooked?

Beth: No, he said annoying and hard to kill, but useful in their own way.

Y/N: … You know what, I’ll take it.

Beth: But he was flustered when he said it. And he also checks you out sometimes. And he’s been asking around about your favourite colour.

Daryl: Well, good, ‘cause I don’t want to.

Merle: Oh? You don’t? Then why’d you get all red when they told you the stew looked good?

Daryl: It was the heat from the pot.

Merle: The fire wasn’t even lit yet.

Y/N: Oh, I have some, what kind does it use?

Glenn, checking: I think it’s AA… Yeah, it’s AA.

Y/N goes through their bag to find them.

Glenn: You sure you won’t need them?

Y/N: Yeah, I just use them for my-

Y/N pauses, they use them for their vibrator…

Y/N: For my, uh… my-my, um… You know what, doesn’t matter, uh, here just take them.

Glenn: I only need two-

Y/N: Yeah, uh, just throw the pack to me later, cause I- Uh, I’m going hunting with Daryl.

Daryl, who just walked past: You’re doing what now?

Y/N, taking his hand: Hunting. With you. Let’s go!

Y/N, nodding: I get it, I have relatives like that too. They never know when to stop talking.

Daryl: Yeah, that describes him to a T.

Daryl waves Merle over.

Merle: Well now, ain’t you a sight for sore eyes…

Daryl: He don’t mean that.

Merle: …

Y/N: …