daryl-dixon-daydreams:“What the hell did ya do that for?! What were ya thinkin’?!” Daryl roared at y
daryl-dixon-daydreams:“What the hell did ya do that for?! What were ya thinkin’?!” Daryl roared at you.You collapsed on the soft forest floor, trying to catch your breath and relieve the stitch in your side. Daryl tossed his bow and the bag over his shoulder down beside you.“That was real fuckin’ stupid what ya just did back there!” he growled. “Look at your hands! Ya shredded your palms!” The archer knelt down next to you and started digging inside the duffel bag for the first aid supplies.Instead of quailing beneath his anger, when Daryl next glanced up, there was a small smile on your lips as you sat there with your bloody palms face up on your lap. “The hell could ya possibly be smilin’ about right now?”You shrugged and shook your head a little. “Nothing. Just—Daryl, I would die for you. This is nothing.”The archer froze with his hands around the gauze, and when his blue eyes flickered up to meet yours you saw that they were both softened and bewildered. He went on softly, his tone completely changed from a moment before. “Ya shouldn’t say that.”“Why not? It’s true.”Daryl gave you a long look and turned back to your hands, feeling a rush of nerves and warmth. “I’d do the same thing for you.”Prompt: “I’d die for you.” -- source link