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the look of love (for writers)

"it's all in the eyes i was once told"

catching the stare of someone across a crowded room

subtle furrowing of eyebrows beyond a blank facade

coldness easing into warmth

a fond mothering gaze

corner of the lip nudged upward

forced glower/glare as they break underneath

batting their lashes, playful

a boisterous laugh

intrigue piercing the stoic

proud smugness at the other's success

lingering glances

a childish joy bursting through

pupils dilate

eyelids shut in a look of peace, calm and trust

look of longing/betrayal

"there was once a time when they were mine"

terseness

features fold into a scowl

an urgent flinching back

coldness returns (as though the warmth had never come)

lips part then purse

invasion of shock

slow stare at the floor

the ripple effect of a swallow

frustrated breath/sigh

bitter laugh in reminiscence

dread tearing through the seams of their composure

look of hatred

"darkness"

mean smirk- teeth bared grimace- scowl

dismissive gaze

gaze of contempt/impatience

threat lowering the voice

sardonic goading grins verging on manic

rolling one's eyes

flicker of irritation in the eyes

stares stubbornly ahead despite distraction

gritted teeth, clenched jaw

fierce biting remarks

even measured complexions betraying no thought

strangling oneself back from violence

utter apathy

murderous silence hanging in the stare

snobbish laughter

smiling at another's downfall

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Night at prison

Summary ➳ He was looking for you. (Idk what else to say)

(A/n) ➳ I'm new and English is not my first language so it's translated with the translator (I hope it doesn't show 🤠)

Daryl Dixon x Reader (maybe)

Content warning ➳ Nothing too bad really, mentioning of death and also mentioning of gross things.

Short story

It was an evening like any other, the breeze moving the treetops and giving a beautiful feeling of freedom just by touching her skin. Every evening she used to go out alone and sit somewhere and take a few moments for herself; To be alone with herself and relax after the usual anxiety she felt during the day.

She usually preferred to stay a few steps away from Block C, or sometimes even a few steps away from the first fence. In fact this time too she was sitting in an open space between the back of block C and the fence, breathing the clean outside air, when the sound of some footsteps made her come out of the trance she was momentarily in.

"Y/N? What are you doing here? I was looking for you."

What is she doing here? The question was what was Daryl doing here at this time of night. She turned her head toward him, staring into his dense eyes.

"I was relaxing a bit. Why were you looking for me?"

"Yar kiddin'?"

He replied instantly, implying that she should already know the answer.

"Huh?"

"I was gonna check between the blocks if everything was 'lright and when I passed by your cell, didn't find ya. Noticed some entrails scattered on the stairs of block D, one of ours became a walker. I killed him but didn't stop for a long time as I ran to find your princess ass."

He explained with his usual rough tone but at the same time more visible undertone of concern as he checked with his eyes if she was indeed 100% okay, without any injuries.

"Innards..?" She whispered, her eyes wide with confusion spreading across her face. "Did someone get bitten? I'm fine though."

He lets out a deep sigh, his tense body relaxing slightly, visibly calmer from this information. "Just him, duonno. I didn't even pay much attention to it. I jus' know I got there in time to keep that bastard from having dinner..."

She nodded, her gaze lingering on his form longer than she had intended to let it.

Wow, was he really that worried about her? She never expected that. Despite about a year of continuous contact since they have always been in the same group, they have not created a bond so close that they can already call it friendship.

But she doesn't complain.

"I wasn't worried because I care about you." He retorted. "I know that look, just know that the only thing that shook me was the thought of losing one of our best 'soldiers'."

Oh yeah, this is the Daryl she's always known.

“Trust me, it doesn’t change anything at all even if you say it from that perspective.” She replied.

“Whatever.” He huffed, looking down, then looked back at her when she looked away toward the walkers desperately crashing into the second ring of fence.

"Hey, where did you get those?" He asked after a few seconds of complete silence, surprised at the sight of her taking a cigarette from the little pack she found during the last group expedition.

"In a walker's pocket." She replied, holding a cigarette between her fingers and reaching into my pocket for the lighter.

"Oh. Okay..."

"Ya want one?” She asked him as she lit hers. She knew he wanted her to ask him this question. By now she could read his body language like a book without even looking at him.

"Fine." He said, walking over, taking the cigarette she was rolling between her fingers. He didn't even try to sneak up on her, he just moved her finger away in a surprisingly smooth motion, letting his cold hand come into contact with hers.

She looked up at him once more. "That was mine..." She pointed out, sounding... Not exactly angry. More like... Not surprised.

"Yeah. It was." He replied with a sly smile that made her roll her eyes before putting the lit cigarette in his mouth.

Guess he's getting his revenge now 'cause she didn't tell him she found the cigarettes.

“Idiot.” She whispered to herself as she took another cigarette from the pack, putting it in her mouth and lit it, hiding her own little smirk.

Prompt: That was mine:(/ Yeah. It was.