Booze and Dinner
Hi I was hoping if you could do a Daryl imagine where we are in Alexandria for a while now and he has feelings for the reader and she feels the same way but there is also a thing between The reader and Spencer and Daryl becomes very jealous and he acts weird until one night he takes the reader out to dinner and he ends up telling his feelings for her and they go back to his place and smut I will love to be written in the readers and Daryl’s point of view thank you loves🎈
A/N - So it’s been a while, but I’m hoping this will be enough until the next drabble which will hopefully be very soon. Thank you, guys. - Kris
“You’re joking, right?” I asked as I took one of Spencer’s pawns.
Spencer groaned and looked at the board in front of him. “How did I not see that?” he asked himself quietly.
“What are you two doing?” Glenn asked as he came up the steps of the porch. Daryl was right behind him.
“We found an old chess board in Spencer’s house and figured we could put some use into it,” I smiled. Chess was always a good game to play with the right people. Of course, no one in my family knew how to play, so I practiced with myself.
“Isn’t that for smart people?” Glenn smirked as he lightly punched my shoulder.
“As a matter of fact, is it,” I responded. “That’s why I’m wondering how I could possibly be playing with a guy like Spencer.”
Spencer gave a fake offended face and scoffed. “How dare you!” he laughed.
“I’m kidding, you’re a good guy,” I offered.
Daryl grunted and stalked into the house without a word. I gave Glenn a curious glance, but he merely shook his shoulders and followed his friend. I thought about Daryl the rest of my chess game with Spencer. A plethora of thoughts entered my mind as I thought about the man with the biceps. Daryl was a wonder. He and I weren’t always good friends, but when the prison was attacked by the Governor, I was stuck with him and Beth.
For a while, I wondered if Daryl and Beth had a secret thing going on, but the more I watched the duo, the more I could tell that it was blossoming. They were like long lost friends finding each other once again. I pushed aside my own feelings for Daryl at the time so I didn’t hurt anyone but myself.
Spencer and I made a few more moves before I won the game and made some comment of doing some chores around the house. I was more of an outside person, but the need to be inside for a while made me comfortable.
I entered the kitchen and started gathering items that could potentially make a soup or stew for tonight’s supper. It wouldn’t be much, but I knew the group would appreciate it.
Just when I finished collecting material for the meal, I could hear heavy footsteps trudge into the kitchen. I look up and see Daryl stroll in. He seems calm and collected, but there is another look in his eyes. As to what it is is a mystery.
“Hey, you stormed off in a hurry out there,” I joked.
He grunted, which was his usual response.
“I’ll have you know that I dominated Spencer. He’s helpless against me,” I smiled at Daryl while trying to lighten the mood.
“Okay?” he sarcastically replied. His voice was thick and I could see his posture tighten.
“Why are you in such a pissy mood all of a sudden? It’s not like I’m at fault, Daryl,” I retorted.
“Well maybe ya are and jus’ don’t know it,” Daryl commented while crossing his arms in front of him.
I furrowed my brows and gawked at him. “Me? I’m doing something wrong?”
Daryl realized he had dug himself a hole and was trying to casually pull himself back out. He leaned against the counter and shrugged. “Well, um. Like I said, maybe ya jus’ don’t know ‘bout it, yet. I mean, maybe it isn’t you at all. Could be Spencer; he seems like a dick.”
I gave a confused glance to Daryl. His behavior was bizarre. I couldn’t give any more thought, though, because Daryl marched out of the kitchen and right out the door.
All I could think about the next day was Daryl’s actions. Why did he say that about Spencer? It’s not like he knew him very well. Besides, how could Spencer or I be doing something wrong and not know about it?
Speaking of Spencer, I could see him at the children’s table playing checkers. I wandered over and lightly placed my hand on his left shoulder.
“Winning anything big?” I quiped.
Spencer solely nodded his head as he made another move. He really wasn’t winning anything but the practice so I could kick his butt in chess later on.
I thought about what Daryl said. I didn’t know Spencer well enough to think he was a dick, but he had his wrongs and rights just as much as anyone else did. Did I find him attractive? Yes. I didn’t think we could be in a relationship anytime soon, though. We weren’t very connected, just friends.
The more I thought of Daryl, though, the more I wanted the relationship. If only he was on board with that. He didn’t like connecting with people let alone being in a full relationship with them.
It had been a few days and Daryl’s words were still stuck in my brain. Spencer and I have been talking a bit more and Daryl still avoids me at times, but it’s been fairly normal.
I was walking to my house to end the day. Everyone was inside their own homes and preparing for rain. The skies were dark for being early evening. It was a good thing most chores were finished by everyone.
I just reached my house when it started sprinkling. I always felt more comfortable in the rain. It was calming, and the sky was beautiful as it showed its strength. A person felt weak compared to the powerful and magnificent forces.
I opened my door and kicked off my boots as I rubbed my face. There was already light in the kitchen. I furrowed my eyebrows and slowly peeked around the corner, seeing Daryl nervously pacing back and forth. The table was neatly set up with candles and a feast of meat, salad, and vegetables. Even Daryl himself looked more cleaned up. His skin looked soft when the dirt was cleared away, and his hair was at least brushed, but it still hung over his face.
“What’s this all about?” I asked gingerly.
Daryl jumped and spun around to look at me. His eyes showed panic and nervousness. We both stopped suddenly as we stared at each other. My heart beat sped up as Daryl lightly coughed.
“I ,um, had Carol help me with makin’ this. I wanted to do somethin’ for ya. I felt bad for sayin’ what I said the other day.”
“It’s very nice; you didn’t have to do it, ya know. People say stuff they regret. I understand. So, is this for us?” I smiled.
We seated ourselves and started pigging out on dinner. Before Alexandria, we had to ration our meals and hope there was enough squirrel and rabbit to go around for everyone. Now, we stuffed our faces and regretted it hours later by puking it into the weeds behind a house or just outside the fence.
“Oh, I also got ya this,” Daryl stood and made his way to a cupboard. He lifted out a bottle of booze and poured both of us a single drink. He sat down across from me again and handed me my glass. We both waited for each other to toast something, but after a few seconds, I shrugged and took a sip.
We started talking about each other and what we thought when we first met and everything else about the two of us. The bottle was soon half empty, then three quarters empty, and we were both laughing loudly and clinking our glasses together. Our conversations ranged from our childhoods, to our jobs, our families, ourselves, and several other topics.
Soon enough, we were both drunk and stumbling over our words. Daryl was actually laughing and smiling and I enjoyed every bit of his smile crinkles. He seemed so carefree and relaxed. I tried to soak him up as much as possible, but it seemed as if it was overwhelming because I wasn’t used to it.
Still talking, we grabbed our plates and brought them over to the sink. I was planning on washing them in the morning, but Daryl grabbed a sponge and started wiping his down. I playfully took the sponge from his hands and flicked it, causing water droplets to stick to his face. I wasn’t sure if it was my feelings for Daryl or the booze, but I looked at how nice Daryl looked and how he had cleaned up just for me. I noticed his kindness and the way he hid feelings as if they were the plague. I finally just noticed Daryl.
Leaning forward, I pressed my lips carefully to Daryl’s. At first he didn’t react. He then moved his mouth with mine, and our teeth clunked together and I’m pretty sure there was a little drool. To anyone else, it was probably the worst kiss imaginable. However, when I was kissing Daryl in that moment, I felt it was the best kiss I had ever had.
Both of us were suddenly gripping each other. The booze must have worked for us, because if we hadn’t been drinking, I’m sure this never would have happened.
Daryl placed his left hand behind my head and his right on my back. I was so overwhelmed that all I could do was kiss back. Daryl started leading me away from the sink and towards the bedroom that was down the hall. We were tripping over each other and by the time we even got to the bedroom, Daryl’s shirt was off. We plunged down onto the bed. Daryl was on top of me and kissing my neck.
I moaned and started unbuckling his belt. There were too many layers. Soon, his pants were off. Daryl quickly pulled at the hem of my shirt and had it up and over my head. His hand grabbed for my chest and he squeezed lightly. I unbuttoned my jeans and yanked them off. I was kissing Daryl hard and running my hands over his chest.
We both suddenly stopped and gasped for breath. The alcohol was taking effect and we were both already tired from the day’s work. I looked at Daryl and shook my head. He nodded and laid beside me.
I opened my eyes slowly. My head hurt like a bitch and my arm was numb from sleeping on it wrong. I tried rolling over but bumped into something warm. As I glanced to my side, I groaned. Daryl was sleeping next to me. I suddenly sat up, which I immediately regretted. The blankets were off in seconds as I checked to make sure both of our clothes were still on. This caused Daryl to wake up.
“What’s goin’ on?” he asked. His voice was raw and groggy.
“We, um, slept together last night. Not like slept, but… sleep slept. How did you sleep?”
“Good, actually. Um, about last night,” I paused and laid down once again, “when we kissed. I enjoyed it, Daryl. I really like you.” I took the lunge and told him my feelings.
“I really like ya, too,” he calmly smiled and tucked his chin under the blanket.
I leaned over and kissed him gently. Before long, there was a loud knock on the door.
“Y/N, you in there? We need some help out back!” Maggie’s voice boomed through the door.
I rolled my eyes and sat up. “I’ll be out in a minute!” Her footsteps could be heard going out the front door. “Looks like I have fence duty for the day. Make sure you bring some of Carol’s lunch for me today,” I started pulling on jeans and a plain shirt. Daryl nodded and watched me as I dressed.
“Hey, be careful,” he said.
“I will. See you tonight?” I asked hopefully.
“Yeah, you will.”
I smiled and left Daryl in my room. I was finally happy in this mess of a world.