#+rep

cw: adhd!reader, playful insults, boundary pushing, yucky romance.

“so, like, even though most mushrooms depicted in old media is the fly agaric, the most common mushroom is actually the agaricus bisporus,” you babbled, staring at the tent ceiling. “but my favorite is the death cap, because it’s got a really cool name, and it’s pretty.”

you’d been rambling for nearly an hour. daryl wasn’t even sure how you’d gotten to mushrooms, only really half listening. his eyes had deep bags, fluttering closed every so often. “uh-huh… pretty cool,” he grumbled.

you rolled over, smiling, playing with his hair. “you’re bored. but that’s okay, i still like you.”

“oh, thank god,” daryl rolled his eyes.

you tugged his cheek, the impulse to grab and squeeze on your lover overwhelming. you were grinning, nuzzling his shoulder, humming.

“don’t sleep yet,” you whined, twirling his hair into your fingers. “i’m not ready.”

daryl groaned, waving you off. “c’mon, ‘m fuckin’ tired…”

you grabbed his thumb, tugging it towards you until his arm was over your waist. “you’re always tired. if you just slept a full eight hours instead of pacing all night, you’d have more energy. it’s like, scientifically proven.”

“if you don’t shuddup an’ let me sleep—” daryl snorted, unable to help a smirk. “god, how’d your parents not know you were special?”

“hey!” you snickered, shoving his face lightly. “like you’re not a weirdo?”

daryl rumbled low, rolling onto his side and taking you with him, like a sleepy bear. “yeah, yeah… jus’…” he yawned. “whatever. tell me ‘bout them shrooms again…”

you beamed.

You've been calling my bluff on all my usual tricks, so, here's the truth from my red lips... You give it different meaning,   cause you mean it when you talk