Y/N: Hey, Daryl.
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 Iâd build ya a nice compost bin and find you other worms to hang with nâ stuff.
Y/N: Aww, Iâd do the same for you.
Daryl, kissing your forehead: I know.








