Thread: It Could Be Worse [Lewd Misconduct and randomname98766789]

With Noras serious look and teasing to him about losing his touch, Daryl couldnt help but let out a gruff chuckle when he saw that nice smile across Noras face. Her happiness really directly correlated with his happiness now. If she was having a rough day, he couldnt help but feel down. As the months went on, he felt his feelings for Nora grow and grow. He didnt try to fight them, he only embraced them with open arms. Now that they would finally have a chance to rest and just take it easy, Daryl decided that now would be the best time for him to try and take things further with the blonde woman. Survival had been such a focal part the past year that he hadnt got a real chance to try to talk to her about anything, but now that was going to change. No, Im not losing my touch. I will never lose my touch. Youre just losing your taste. He teased back to her with a chuckle, now leaning back against his large backpack, propping up on his elbows in a comfortable way. He loved their teasing that they got in every day. It brought them closer and was a way to relax and let off some stress, just sharing a laugh and a joke. Next, Noras rapid fire of questions stumped him for a second. Before answering, he just chuckled and shook his head. He didnt know why she waited so long to ask but she just kept asking question after question, but Daryl didnt mind at all. He went over the questions again to try and make sure that he answered them all for her and then began his reply. Well He started. I lived in the mountains in Northern Georgia I lived with my older brother Merle. Our parents werent that great. They were all drunk all the time and neglectful so my childhood wasnt that great. He explained with a shrug. It was true but he didnt dwell on it. It only toughened him up and it showed in the apocalypse. It was also a main reason he was so caring. Everyone should be cared for and Daryl understood that even if he hadnt had someone care for him in his life. Mom died in a house fire when I was young, just learning to ride a bicycle. My brother, Merle, wasnt around that often either, he got into a lot of trouble. He taught me to be tough and to be a man but it was usually just me alone. He added with a nod. He was often left to fend for himself when Merle wasnt around. Thats why I learned to hunt and track and be good with navigating. Id go off into the woods to hunt for food and track down animals and have to find my way back so I didnt get stuck outside. It happened when I was twelve, I got lost for nine days, had to eat wild berries and use posion oak as a substitute for toilet paper. Merle was in juvenile detention and my father was still drunk off his ass, didnt notice I was gone so I just wlaked in the back door and made a sandwich. He said with a little laugh. It could be comical in a way to him. Instead of being mad about it, thats how he dealt with his shitty childhood. After I got older, I tried to make a life but it was hard. I usually just drifted around and followed my brother but that wasnt always the best. I wasnt married, didnt have any kids. I had a few girlfriends but nothing was ever that serious. He admitted with a nod. It was strange to most whenthey thought about it. Daryl had lived a life full of sadness, agony, and negligence. However he was the most caring, kind, and loyal person you would ever meet in the modern day world with the apocalypse going on. It was odd how a man whom has never known love, true love, or had anyone to care about him could show so much passion to others. Daryl was truly a special man but he was humble, he didnt think he was anything that special. What about you? He asked, tilting his head at Nora with a smile. Did you have anyone before the apocalypse? he asked curiously. Maybe now would be the best time to try and quicken things between them, he thought.