Another re-post of a comment_fic - another Fandom, if never written before. ;)
Title: Intoxicant Discovery
Fandom: The Walking Dead
Character: Daryl, Paul 'Jesus'
Word Count: 246 words
Disclaimer: Of course, I don't own The Walking Dead nor the character :( - I'm just borrowing them for a while
Daryl stiffened when he felt a warm hand stroking his back, hot lips kissing his shoulder.
"When I told you that you can stay overnight in my room it doesn't include my bed."
Paul stopped teasing him, though he didn't pull his hands away.
"Why not? It's cold outside, we could keep us warm."
Daryl huffed and tried to draw back; the warmth, the nearness, the feelings rushing through his body ... no, he didn't want this. Since Beth was gone he preferred to live on his own; to lose her had hurt too much and almost driven him crazy. The last he had expected was that a guy was able to break through his shell.
He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to bring back the memories he had refused to think about for such a long time.
"I'm not gay. No one touches me like that," he said.
"No one but Beth. She was my angel."
"She's not here anymore."
Daryl cringed inwardly; the pictures in his head burst like soap bubbles.
"Shut the fuck up. I won't discuss this with you."
The voice was unexpectedly gentle; the hands stopped massaging his neck.
"Calm down. Nothing will happen if you don't want it. But one day, when you are ready to move on, I will make sure that you learn to be happy again.
You deserve it to be happy, you know, even if it is only for a short moment."