The bowman beams at the other male, his eyes gleaming mischiviously. It was only when Rick requested he take his close off that he gets a hint of hesitation before quickly allowing it to disappear. His fingers move up to the hem of his shirt as he pulls it up over his head. He allows a teasing look on his face as his own hands move much slower to lower his jeans, almost as if he were stripping them off.

Daryl quivers at the bite along his shoulder. He bites down on the inside of he cheek holding back a throaty moan from leaving him. “Y-Ya know wha’ I —Fuck.” He gets cut off clenching his eyes closed feeling calloused hands move along his length. “Jesus Christ Rick, I want ya ta fuck me already.”

Daryl’s eyes move up to search the other man’s. He wants to believe him, his body shifting closer to the Rick’s own. Closing his eyes he takes in a deep breath, trying to regain control of his emotions. “I love ya. More ‘an I can fuckin’ say I can.” He murmurs back. “Yer all I could ask for.”

Rick moves to wrap Daryl close to him, rubbing soothing hands over his back and turning his head to kiss the man's head. He didn't know what he would do without the this man, didn't know if he would have ever recovered if it were not for him. "-- that's means so much to me Daryl. You mean so much to me."

"Hm.." Daryl gets a small grin on his lips as he feels the light brushes of air against his own ear. "I don’ know. Both sound like fun. Watchin’ might give me more ideas too." His tone is much gruffer since his  climax, his accent thick. A shiver runs through his spine feeling the nibble against his ear.

Daryl snorts, still feeling agitated beyond believe. He couldn’t believe the other man didn’t realize what he had done. The glare on the man doesn’t move away as he crosses his arms over his chest. “Maybe it is somethin’ ya fuckin’ didn’ do.” The words leaving him as he turns away himself. He debates on just leaving the man then and there.

Rick looks back to Daryl with a confused expression, "-- I didn't do?" He says out loud trying to think back over the day. He had no clue what he could have not done that would piss Daryl off so much. "- you now you're making less and less sense the more you talk."

b & w /Norman

my edits

"Survival of the Carl’s.

.. But why be so negative of this? “

"— I’m not negative, I just- don’t like sharing my face."

"Well, I could totally take it off.

You know, cause I’m so cool.~”