#I just wanted to write a short lil fluffy piece for Daryl

[djarindroid]

The Morning After

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Reader

Summary: A soft morning after yours and Daryl's first night together. (I wasn't specific with what era this was set in, but I was picturing early Alexandria)

Warnings:  hints at sex but nothing explicit

Word Count: 941

You awoke slowly, the morning light barely peeking through a crack in your curtains. The warmth surrounding you made you want to nuzzle further into your bed and sleep the day away. Though as your mind began to slowly wake, you began to remember the events of last night. 

How you and Daryl had fallen into your bed wrapped in each other's arms. How tenderly he’d kissed you as you both removed the other's clothes. How you felt the rest of the world slip away, the only thing that had mattered was you and Daryl. 

It dawned on you that the soft warmth surrounding you was because you were still tangled in Daryl’s arms, laying on top of him with your head resting on his chest. A quiet stillness filled the room, as the steady rise and fall of his chest beneath you created a soothing rhythm lulling you into a sense of calm. 

You began to drift peacefully back to sleep, moving yourself to curl further into Daryl’s body. As you shifted your body your eyes shot open with the realisation of just how much of your weight was draped across Daryl. You didn’t want to disturb him, but you also didn’t want him to be uncomfortable beneath you. Slowly and carefully you began to try and move to his side without waking him, though the second you shifted, his arms tightened slightly around you. 

‘Stay,’ he mumbled quietly, causing his chest to rumble beneath your cheek. You glanced up at him, his eyes had remained closed and if you hadn’t heard him just speak you’d think he was still in a deep sleep.

‘I’m staying, just moving off you,’ you tried to explain as you once again began to move your body. Only for Daryl to wrap his strong arms tighter around you, keeping you in place flush against him.

‘Quit moving, ‘s comfy,’ he grumbled. 

‘Daryl let me off, I’m crushing you,’ you laughed lightly as you pushed at his chest. Half attempting to get off of him, though your resolve was slowly fading. 

‘Ya ain’t crushing me, besides there’d be worse ways to die,’ he joked back as he opened one eye to peer down at you. A smirk spread across his face as he watched you give in and settle back on him. Daryl’s half opened-eye watched as your fingers traced a light path across his chest.

You took a moment to glance up at him, his eye closed once again. This was probably the most calm you’d ever seen him, with slight indents left across his cheek from the way he had laid on the pillow. You admired the way his soft hair surrounded his head, with a few strands cascading over his eyes. 

Without a second thought you tenderly reached up to sweep the fallen strands of hair away from his face. The sensation of your hand softly brushing his cheek caused him to hum contentedly and lean into your warm palm.

‘How’d ya sleep?’ He murmured, voice still raspy with sleep, you couldn’t help but smile at the sound. 

‘Really good,’ you answered truthfully. You couldn’t remember the last time you’d woken up and actually felt rested. ‘You?’ 

‘Good. Better,’ he huffed out, wearing a subtle grin on his face. He found it soothing having you here in his arms, feeling truly content for the first time. 

‘Better?’ You questioned, confusion flickering across your eyes at his wording. You tilted your head to observe his face, hoping you’d be able to read what he was thinking. 

‘Mmhmm,’ he nodded, as he finally opened both eyes to look down at you. ‘Got to wake up with you in ma arms,’ he stated so confidently you couldn’t help but blush. You tried to look away, attempting to hide your face in his chest, only for him to cup your cheek, keeping your eyes on his. ‘Wish I could wake up like this every day,’ he admitted in a whisper whilst he slowly leaned down. 

His lips met yours gently. There was no urgency behind his actions, he was kissing you simply because he wanted to. You reciprocated, smiling into the kiss. You couldn’t quite believe how lucky you were right now. Daryl Dixon was here in your bed, kissing you and telling you everything you’d dreamed of hearing. It was such a perfect moment.

Daryl’s words echoed around your head as you continued the languid kiss. Waking up to this everyday sounded like something you could definitely get used to. He pulled away slightly. His hand began absent mindlessly tracing patterns across your bare skin as he asked, ‘ya got anywhere to be today?’ 

You shook your head no as you gazed into his eyes. ‘Do you?’ You asked, silently hoping he didn’t, wanting to drag this perfect moment out for as long as you could. 

‘Nah,’ he replied as he fully rested back onto your pillow, pulling you closer in his embrace once again. You sighed contentedly, your body instantly settling against his once again. The room fell into a comfortable silence once more, broken only by the sound of bird songs from outside. 

Daryl continued to lazily draw patterns across your skin, causing you to feel a gentle pull towards the arms of sleep. You allowed your eyes to flutter closed, the rhythmic beat of Daryl’s heart beneath your ear created a lullaby. Clearly Daryl shared your desire for more rest and whispered in a drowsy voice ‘let’s jus’ stay here a while.’ Succumbing to his suggestion you quietly slipped back to sleep, with the promise of waking up to a loving embrace.

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