husband!choso would get sooooo upset if you forgot to wear your ring one day while out with him.
He'd be incredibly pouty once he realizes. (and dare I say, petty?)
"Choso...talk to me."
"Mm. Apparently our vows mean nothing." He mumbles; even his ponytails seem to droop.
Even if he won't fully talk to you, that doesn't mean he won't stop holding your hand tightly as the two of you explore the streets.
"We're stopping here."
"Choso you can't be serious?"
You roll your eyes and let out a small giggle, letting yourself get dragged into the jewelry store, seeing the small smile he wears while he browses for a new ring for you.
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watching from afar, daryl dixon.
summary: in which you get bored in the prison and starting noticing a certain someone, who ends up noticing you as well!
warnings: not yet proof read!
notes: request from anon! hope you enjoy and i hope i did this right!
From day one, since getting to the prison, there’s been absolutely nothing to do. Obviously, that’s not including killing walkers and being on watch duty, but on those days when you have no duties, it quickly gets boring.
Until you started taking a liking to a certain hunter, Daryl Dixon. You’ve known him for a while now, unsure of exactly how long due to losing track of the days during the apocalypse, but you only recently started really looking at him and noticing every small detail.
For example, when you’re babysitting Judith and watching her as she peacefully naps, you might listen in to Daryl’s nearby conversations, picking out specific details about him. Or, when you’re on watch duty in the guard tower with him, you can’t help but sneak small glances his way. Despite how long you’ve known him, you’ve never actually spoken to him, aside from the occasional conversation regarding keeping watch and hunting.
Despite all of this, you don’t know that he’s taken notice of this too. He only noticed recently, but ever since, he’s started doing the same things to you. He hears you talking to Rick? He pretends to be doing something nearby, listening to the interaction between the two of you.
This all leads up to right now, your current situation, the two of you on watch, Daryl finally deciding to confront you. “Ya know I always see ya looking at me?” He says, his voice rough. “What?” You act oblivious, shaking your head before turning away from him and looking back out into the prison courtyard. “Don’t play dumb, girl. I just wanna know what it’s about.” He says, a small smile forming when you start to look flustered. “Now you’re playing dumb.” You scoff, looking at him and folding your arms and across your chest, a firm look on your face. “What?” He gives you a confused look, his eyebrows raising. “Come on. You can’t tell me that you don’t know what it means when a lady stares at you and acts nervous around you.” You laugh. He doesn’t say anything for a moment, so you speak up instead.
“It means she likes ya, Daryl.”
“You like me?” He looks surprised. Daryl knew about the little things you’d do when near him, he just never thought you’d really have feelings for him. “Yeah.” You nod, a wave of nausea flowing through you. “Oh.” He pauses, “Oh.” He repeats himself. “Oh?” You bite your lip, wondering if the chorus of ‘Oh’s’ is a bad sign or a good sign.
Probably bad. Damn.
“Okay.” He grins, stepping towards you.
“Okay?” You raise an eyebrow, opening your mouth to say something, confused at his words. “I-“ You start, getting cut off as he connects his lips to yours, causing you to let go and stop feeling tense. It’s been so long since you’ve kissed someone, same with Daryl, so the kiss is intense and desperate, the two of you craving each other.
“Wait, we have to keep watch, we can’t-“ You pull away, placing a hand on his chest to keep him back for a moment, no matter how badly you want to continue. “Fuck it, it’ll be fine.” He reassures you. Part of you wants to resist and continue your duties, but you give in quickly, opening the door of the guard tower and pulling him in for privacy.
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Oscar heaved a sigh of defeat, plonking himself at the edge of the bed. “Well, he locked his door again-.. and he’s either ignoring me, or he’s got his headphones in, or both.”
“What the hell happened yesterday?” Courtney asked, rolling toward Oscar sleepily.
Oscar shrugged; he wasn’t entirely sure. The whole evening had been a disaster from start to finish. “I don’t know, he got in a fight with that kid, didn’t he-.. and my old neighbour saw us n’ decided to reminisce about me fucking OD’ing.”
“He didn’t actually say that, did he?” Courtney’s brows knitted together in shock.
Oscar shook his head, “No, he just said some shit about how he thought I was dead in that grotty bathroom at the Mill-.. I thought Ivan n’ Rhys found me but I guess he must’ve been there too, who knows.”
“What an idiot, bringing that up at the school gates.” Courtney tutted.
Oscar nodded in agreement, pausing for a moment before suggesting, “Maybe I should explain what actually happened? He knew I was lying.”
Courtney stiffened, “No, he’s too young!”
“I hated it when my parents blatantly lied to me though, I’m telling you; he fucking knows.”
Courtney hummed, scratching Oscar’s back thoughtfully. “I’m more worried about him fighting.”
Oscar pondered for a moment before replying, “It sounds like he was just standing up for himself. If he makes a habit of it, then we’ll worry.”
“Yeah, okay…”
Oscar and Courtney glanced at one another as Robin unlocked his door and bolted to the bathroom, hastily locking that door behind him too. With a quick shove, Courtney hissed, “Go, go!”
Robin leapt across the landing and threw himself into his room, his sigh of relief swiftly retreated in on itself as he swung his door shut, however; Oscar had outsmarted him, waiting behind the door.
“I’m not going!” Robin yelled, “I’m sick…”
Oscar calmly shook his head from side to side, “That’s not gonna fly, is it? We both know you’re not sick…”
Robin clenched his fists tight enough for his knuckles to turn white, desperately willing himself to vomit on command, faint, have some kind of fit-.. anything would do.
“If you’re worried about-…”
“I don’t give a shit about Levi.” Robin spat.
Oscar frowned worriedly; he knew Robin hadn’t wanted their holiday to end, or to go back to school, but this abrupt fit of anger was highly uncharacteristic. Surely it was still too early to be worried about the dreaded P word? He had the faint beginnings of bags under his little eyes too-.. which were red raw and puffy, as though he’d spent more time crying last night than he had sleeping.
“What’s the matter, buddy?” Oscar asked gently, gesturing toward Robin with an outstretched hand.
Robin shrugged a shoulder as he crawled beside Oscar, suddenly feeling guilty for yelling. What if his father died right after he’d said something awful and mean? He’d never forgive himself.
“Is it something in particular? A bit of everything?”
Robin remained silent, anxiously nibbling at a stray strip of skin on his bottom lip.
“Talk to me…” Oscar pleaded.
Robin wriggled away from the comfort of his father’s arms and curled into a ball. What the hell was he supposed to say? That he couldn’t sleep all night because he kept seeing Oscar’s lifeless body on a bathroom floor, on a stretcher, in a hospital-.. dying in various awful ways again and again until he wasn’t sure what the difference was between someone else’s memories and his own imagination. That he just wanted his brain to stop and for everyone to just shut up-.. just for once, please.
Oscar didn’t know what to do with Robin’s prolonged silence. He desperately wanted to explain what Larry had been talking about, but Courtney was probably right about him being too young. Besides, he didn’t even know if that was the issue. It could’ve been Larry, or the fight with Levi, or the fact that he missed Alex-.. all of the above, something else entirely?
“I know this Levi kid is probably doing your head in, but you can’t just go around hitting people-.. it’s not okay.”
Robin knew full well that violence wasn’t the answer, but he couldn’t deny that it’d felt a little satisfying to take his frustrations out on Levi. Any normal child might’ve asked if their parents were angry with them-.. except Robin wasn’t normal, and he already knew that Oscar wasn’t mad, nor his mother, so he kept his mouth shut.
Grasping at straws, Oscar cast his mind back to when he was a child. Whenever he was in one of his moods, as his mother always put it, he just needed to know that someone would listen, and he certainly didn’t want to be yelled at or mithered-.. but most of all, he just wanted to be left alone, at least for a little while…
“You can have one day, okay? Just one.” Oscar acquiesced.
Robin barely moved, giving the tiniest of nods in response.
“Alright.” Oscar sighed inwardly, tussling Robin’s ginger curls with affection before reluctantly leaving him be.
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