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Daryl is a Dixon. And Dixons don't do romance.
But he's the only man who ever brought Carol a flower. A white flower in an old beer bottle.
He brought a flower and hope.
Daryl is a Dixon. And Dixons don't cuddle.
But he's the one that refuses to let her go after sex. He loves to be near to her, breathe her in, kiss her salty skin, feel her rapid heart beat under his fingertips.
Daryl is a Dixon. And Dixons don't do kissing.
But he's obsessed with kissing her. Chaste kisses, deep kisses, passionate kisses, toe curling kisses. Tongues swirling, tasting, fighting for dominance.
Daryl is a Dixon. And Dixons don't have a home.
Until he found her.
