Just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart.
Daryl walked in while I mixed up the cake mix ingredients in a bowl. Hershel had let me use the gas oven so I could hopefully make something that would cheer everyone up a bit.
"Whatcha making?" he grunted, coming up behind me and looking over my shoulder.
"It’s a surprise, go away," I laughed at him.
"Oh come on, let me taste."
"No Dixon!" I giggled while he stuck his finger in the bowl and ate the mix.
"You’re going to get sick like that," I muttered while he licked his finger.
"Better than getting sick from a walker bite."
"You’re a dork," I sighed, getting some mix on my finger and wiping it on his nose.
"Oh no you didn’t," he grumbled, doing the same to me.
"Daryl!" I laughed, wiping more on his shirt.
"You’re asking for it woman!" he grinned, smearing it on my cheek. I grabbed a hand full and ran it down his face and chest while we laughed, not realizing Hershel had come to check up on us and left again, seeing as we were having fun for once.
"Oh wait, hold still," Daryl whispered and grabbed my face between his large hands and licking the cakemix on the corner of my mouth .
"Tastes pretty good," he grinned while I blushed bright red and looking into his eyes.
"You’re a mess maker," I giggled softly while he walked away, giving me a quick wink before leaving the kitchen.