i have never been so attracted to someone in wellies in my life

Sweet Tooth

Lily and James were best friends growing up, but when he moved away and they drifted apart they thought that would be the end of their friendship. But fate has a funny way of working out, and Lily can’t keep herself away from the brownies in the grocery store.

written for @jilyfest + read on AO3

Lily had gone to the grocery store to buy tea. That was it. Really. She had no idea how so much ice cream had gotten into her basket. Perhaps she had picked up someone else’s by mistake.

Who is she kidding? She wants some comfort food and this was what was happening. It was all her stupid sister’s fault. Having her as a bridesmaid in her wedding and making Lily watch what she ate in order to fit into that ugly purple dress. Lily couldn’t pull off purple. Petunia knew it too. The wedding is finally over now and Lily is flat-sitting for the newlyweds. She doesn’t know why she had agreed to it but the deal was made now so she may as well stuff her face full of the chocolate she’s been craving for months.

She rounds the corner of another aisle, thinking that if she finds some brownies she can make a kick ass sundae, when she sees him. It takes her a moment to recognize the bloke who’s standing with two different packages of cookies in his hands, trying to decide between them. He goes for chocolate chip. That was always his favorite.

“James?” she says his name before she can stop herself.

Her childhood best friend whips his head around and gapes at her. The first thing she notices is that he got new glasses. Then she wants to slap herself because of course he did- it’s been twelve years for heaven’s sake.

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“Yeah, and give me two boxes of ammo, but not 0.45s, they didn’t do shit last time. They skewed the trajectory of the shot, made me miss my buck.” Daryl Dixon took two heavy boxes of already stacked supplies from the counter and put them on the floor. He casually stepped on the top one with his right foot, leaning onto the counter.

 “Anything else, sir?”

 Daryl rubbed his stubble and went through all the list of hunting supplies his brother gave him. He was fidgety; he didn’t like these fancy town shops with big windows, stupid neon signs and ten pushy salesmen who got at your throat the minute you set a foot inside. That was one of the reasons Dixons spent so much time in the woods, alas, the gear and supplies were running out pretty fast, as always near the peak of hunting season.

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