SweetnKinky

You grabbed a warm blanket and joined Daryl on the porch. His back was to you, and you could smell the faint scent of cigarette smoke. It wasn't too strong, so he likely finished the cigarette a while ago. He seemed to just be staring up at the stars. Not wanting to catch him off guard, you cleared your throat and smiled when he looked over at you. Your voice was soft and sweet as you spoke up.

“Hey. Thought you might be cold, so I brought a blanket.”

“Thank you, darlin'.”

Daryl wondered if your kindness would ever stop feeling foreign to him, but he was trying to adjust. He moved over on the step, so that you could sit beside him. It wasn't until you sat down and wrapped the blanket around the two of you that he realized just how close you were to him. Momentarily pausing, he felt like his breath was catching in his chest and his face suddenly felt hot. God, he was acting like a fucking teenager.

To his surprise, you also seemed nervous. Not nearly as awkward as he thought that he was being, but still a bit tense. Daryl wanted you to be more comfortable, so he decided to take a risk. After inhaling deeply, he shifted and put his right arm around you. You tensed for a second, and he almost pulled back, but you quickly relaxed into his touch. He exhaled in relief and turned his head to look at you. His voice was rough and slightly strained when he broke the silence.

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah.”

You were sitting quietly and trying to think of what to do next. While you had more relationship experience than Daryl did, you never wanted to rush into anything. It felt a little silly to be this cautious, given how the two of you felt about each other. You wanted to do something, though. Your hand trembled slightly as you reached for the hand sitting in Daryl's lap.

This was more touch than Daryl was used to, and he had to make the conscious effort to stay calm. He wasn't used to being touched in a way that didn't hurt. You made things feel easier. As his eyes traced over your face, his eyes landed on your lips, and you knew what he was thinking. He seemed too hesitant to initiate it, so you interrupted the tense stillness.

“Can I kiss you?”

“Oh, I haven't really kissed anyone. I mean, not in a long time.”

“That's okay. I'll lead.”

Despite the idea of relinquishing control sounding terrifying, he trusted you, and he waited to see what you were going to do. Letting go of his hand, you leaned forward and bracketed Daryl's face with your hands. Your lips met his, and he melted into the kiss. His movements were clumsy at first, but his confidence grew as the kiss continued. It lasted for a few moments before he pulled back to see the look on your face.

Your cheeks were flushed, and you were wearing that 'just been kissed' expression. Daryl smiled softly and took another deep breath. Just being near you made his chest feel tight. He started to overthink how he'd done, and he spoke up again.

“How'd I do? Did I make a fool outta myself?”

“Nah, baby. You did good.”

You had never called him 'baby' before and the pet name made his brain short circuit. Daryl hadn't been a fan of things like that before, but the way the words sounded falling from your lips quickly changed his mind. You saw the way his ears had tinged red, and you teased him lightly.

“You like me callin' you 'baby'?”

“I ain't not like it.”

That was as good as a confession as you were going to get. You laughed softly and were swiftly overcome with the urge to kiss him again. Giving into that desire, you moved closer and rejoined your lips with his. Even though Daryl wasn't expecting it, he instantly reciprocated the kiss. This time, it was his hands that cradled your face. He was still figuring this out, so he was attempting to mirror your actions from before.

After a little while, Daryl once again pulled back and smiled again. This was the most that you'd ever seen him smile. You were also feeling giddy, and you leaned into him as the two of you looked at the stars. The atmosphere was still charged, but there was much less awkwardness.

Daryl was fighting the impulse to ask how he'd done again, but he didn't want to annoy you. You saw the far off look in his eyes, and you promptly disrupted his line of thought.

“Hey, you were great. I like the way you kiss me.”

“Yeah? You like bein' kissed by a bumblin' dumbass.”

His comment was mainly in jest, but you could hear the hint of insecurity in his voice. You sighed and rested your head on his shoulder. You were getting under Daryl's skin in a way that no one else had. Doing your best to reassure him, you hummed in contentment and nodded.

“It's authentic. You don't seem like you're trying too hard to impress me. I like that.”

“I'm authentic? Now, that ain't somethin' that I've heard before.”

His words made you laugh, and he felt a sense of pride. Daryl loved that he was the one making you laugh. He wanted to do that for the rest of his life. Fuck, he was falling hard. Feeling a bit more sure of himself, his fingers gently carded through your hair. You had successfully raised his spirits and tonight had been perfect.

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