Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: The Walking Dead (TV) Rating: General Audiences Relationships: Daryl Dixon/Rick Grimes Characters: Daryl Dixon, Rick Grimes Additional Tags: Valentine’s Day Fluff, First Kiss, Developing Relationship, the lost winter, Thunderstorms, Fireplaces, unconventional romance, Idiots in Love Summary:
Rick and Daryl are out scavenging supplies when they discover it’s Valentine’s Day.
Sometimes the older generation can be really stubborn ‘n stupid. But yer friends are always with ya. And remember: Family is determinated by heart, not by blood. Stay strong, ma friend and remember, that yer never alone.
I can only imagine…. Bubbles: boys, it’s fucking Noel Fieldin’!! Ricky: Why are you dressed like a fuckin french butterfly man? Ya know the fucking butterfly men that used to be kings and queens and shit. THE FUCKING PEOPLE THAT LIVE IN CASTLES. FUCK. Julian: Monarch Rick. Ricky: That’s what I fuckin said. Bubbles: boys, yer makin us look stupid in front of the famous people.
While I’m waiting for my lovely BETA to review my recent chapter of Heart I whipped this up! I got this idea from the dear @indayiashow and I hope you all enjoy it. As I was writing it I realized I would love to make this a mult, but let me know what you guys think! I’ll decide based off the reception I get from this one-shot!
“You’re slacking off! You can do better than that
Gajeel!” A large, darkly complected man stood in front of the goal mouth
chastising his friend for missing another shot.
“Shut it, Lil! Yer stupid butterfly moves are gettin’
old!” Gajeel skated up to the goal, stopping quick and sending a shower of
ice particles towards his friend.
“Standup goalies are so boring,” Pantherlily
shuffled the puck around with the blade of his stick. The loud noise of the
large ice rink doors slamming shut caught his attention as he looked at the
opposite end of the rink, “Who’s here? Don’t we usually have this place to
ourselves this early in the morning?”
Gajeel turned around to see two girls walk in and take a seat
on the bench on the far side of the rink, they were pulling ice skates out of
their duffle bags when one of them looked up to meet his gaze across the rink,
she gave a small wave and then turned back to her friend. “Ah those two. I
know ‘em, well sorta. You know 'em too, they’re usually here on Tuesdays though.”