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He never truly believed anything big would come from him and Daryl Dixon. It’d end with heartbreak on his part, because he made the mistake of letting his guard down, but this was the first time he actually paused. Considered the possibilities…
Months following the defeat of the Saviors, Paul and Daryl try to move forward.
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Where the Dandelions Grow by RenDoe
beautifully written nonlinear dual pov of then (before and during daryl and paul getting together) and now (established relationship). lovely words, interesting and exciting situations, romance and drama, fluff and angst. existing versus living. their first kiss is PERFECT. love that daryl’s known he was gay since he was a teenager. the bookcase!! the duck!! the table setting!! daryl’s love language!!
really hard to pick just one favorite bit so here’s several:
part one- paul
There’s a flip in his stomach, something between butterflies and a sudden drop. The words register in his mind but admittedly, he has trouble comprehending them. A hundred questions fly through his brain, like bolts of lightning in an electric storm, but he can’t bring himself to ask a single one.He kisses him through the haze of it, lets Paul memorize the contours of his mouth again and again until he can finally feel his toes once more.
The sunset makes Daryl’s hair shine gold under the right circumstances. The yellow and red glare makes the archer’s eyes impossibly bright. It makes him miss the ocean.
Paul stares towards the sun once more, until his eyes begin to burn. Where everything else is strange and new, the sun is the only thing that feels like home.
he’s always been of the pickier sort when it came to food and drink. He was also one of those kids that went through both a ‘I won’t eat anything green’ phase and a ‘hardcore vegan’ phase when he reached college. - fun detail. also that he’s a horrible cook!
The blankets are cold no matter how long he stays beneath them, and he has too much legroom. - love the legroom bit. cool wording.
He remembers getting into his family home, looking for familiar faces. All he found were old memories. - very cool wording for such an fucking sad situation
part two- daryl
His shoulder aches both hot and cold, as if his bone wants to dig itself out. (A part of him wonders if it could).“Well, I’d reconsider that if I were you. If it ain’t the walkers that get you, could be skin cancer.” He’s still tugging on Daryl’s proverbial pigtails, but his smile doesn’t quite reach his eyes. - and then daryl immediately giving in. so cute. and the fact that he’s trying to quit smoking!!
As he sees it, there are two certainties in this world. One: that the dead are up and walking and chewing each other’s faces off. And two: that Daryl Dixon is unequivocally and unarguably in love with Paul Rovia. - perfect summary for this fic tbh
In some ways, he supposes, the stars bring him comfort. Even when the dead started walking, the stars above them never changed shape. It didn't matter where they were or who they lost, all he had to do was look up to find a piece of a home that was both familiar and strange.
Years ago, he read somewhere in a book that home wasn't a place - it was a person. Well, he's got a home now, someone who's waiting for him on the other end of the door, waiting for him to return safe and sound. He's got a reason to watch his own skin out there, a reason he can't fight quite as selflessly - and selfishly - as he once used to. - the then/now differences in how daryl feels about home and settling down are SO GOOD
“Come to think of it,” Paul begins, climbing to his tiptoes to toy with the collar of Daryl’s flannel. “We’re both Mr. Dixon now.” - PERFECT ENDINGGG