The Walking Dead Preferences and Imagines

[Daryl One Shot] Daryl Dixon: Virgin? (Mature Fluff)

You and Daryl had been separated from the rest of the group. There had been conflict and you had all split off into different directions, leaving you and Daryl alone together. You were pretty nervous about this as you had liked Daryl for quite a while. However, he was shy and secluded when it came to girls so you never really got much out of him. You had tried sending him little signals, but he was blind to your advances.

You both aimlessly walked through the forest, looking for somewhere to spend the night. The sun was setting and you were both scared of spending the night outside. After a short while, you noticed a small house tucked away behind a shroud of trees. It looked untouched and hopefully it was. You pointed it out and before long you had cleared it. There were two walkers- a couple, who had most likely stayed together until their last moments. The house was completely untouched, to your delight, and there was still quite a lot of food in the cupboards.

Both you and Daryl stood in the kitchen, emptying the cupboards. You hadn't spoken too much to each other since you'd been separated from the group but you hoped he'd open up to you.
Then all of your Christmases came at once. At the back of one of the cupboards sat multiple bottles of liquor, most at least half full or more.
"Daryl!" You almost squealed. He turned to face you and you grabbed a bottle in each hand, shaking them so that he could see. His mouth turned up at the edges and a smirk lit up his face. You pulled out all of the bottles and sat them along the bench; rum, vodka, amaretto, but mostly whiskey.
"Hey, have you ever played any drinking games?" You ask suddenly. This was the best way to find someone out. You had learned the art of drinking games when you were younger and stayed out with your friends. This could be the excuse needed to find out some personal details about him.
"Nah." He replies bluntly.
"Do you want to?" You sound shyer this time.
He just looks at you and shrugs.
"If ya want."
You set your bags and weapons down by the coffee table in the living room and brought the bottles over to the table. Daryl flopped down onto the sofa, setting his crossbow on the floor by him. You sat on the floor directly opposite of him. You looked over the coffee table at him briefly, before grabbing a glass and pouring two drinks.
"Have you heard of 'never have I ever'?" You ask. He looks slightly confused before shaking his head. You place his glass on the table in front of him. He mumbles a 'thanks' and waits for you to explain.
"Well, I'll say a statement, something along the lines of 'never have I ever.. drank alcohol before.' And if I have drank alcohol before, then I take a drink. But, if I haven't I won't drink. You have to join in too though. So, it's kind of like if you're lying you have to take a drink."
Daryl nodded, but still looked a little confused. "Okay." You continue, "so here's an example." You pause briefly, thinking. "Never have I ever ate squirrel." You take a sip, remembering the meals Daryl had caught. Daryl moves his glass to his lips and sips. Your eyes trailing over his mouth, then up to his eyes. "Yeah, like that." You smile. "But if I said, never have I ever ran around outside naked.." You trailed off, waiting to see his reply.
"Then I wouldn't drink." Daryl states.
"Yeah," you praise, "you think you've got it?"
He nods. "Okay, great. We'll take it in turn to say statements. You want me to start?" Daryl nods once more, setting his drink on the table as he sits forward on the sofa.
"Never have I ever.. Kissed someone." You blush slightly at this, glancing over at Daryl as you drink. He also has the glass to his lips. After the drink, you look at Daryl expectantly.
"Hmm, never have I ever.." Daryl begins, but then shrugs. "I dunno, gotten drunk."
"That's a good one." You try to encourage him. You both drink simultaneously, but when you remove your lips from the cup, you notice Daryl is finishing his drink. When he puts his cup back on the table, you don't hesitate to fill it up.
"Okay, easy one." You sit up straight, deciding on doing simple ones until you get more drunk. Pulling courage out of the whiskey, you speak. "Never have I ever had sex." You take a drink, but notice Daryl has not. "Did you hear what I said?" You ask, but Daryl just looks at you. He nods slightly. "So, aren't you going to drink?" You question.
"This is stupid." He says, standing up. "I ain't ever needed no game to get drunk before."
"It's just for fun, Daryl. There's other games we can play?" You try to keep the opportunity of finding more about him open but he is quickly closing it.
"They'll all be just as pointless." He raises his voice.
"Daryl, calm down!" You begin to speak louder as you, too, stand up.
"Don't tell me to calm down! You're the one who thought of playing a ridiculous fuckin' game just to get drunk!"
Then you realise that this is because of your last statement. Your 'never have I ever'. Was he a virgin? As your brain thinks it, your mouth speaks it, even though you instantly regret it.
"Are you a virgin?" Your voice is low, but he hears you.