He snorted and then scoffed, laughing in a small way. "Stop," Daryl elbowed her gently. Smiled over at her and ducked his head after, blushing a little. He knew she wasn't teasing, but it sure felt like it.

"Ain't never gonna be fancy. Don't think I wanna, neither. All that hoity-toity shit rich assholes gotta put with just to look right? Fuck that."

He chuckled a bit longer before shaking his head and getting serious again, "He's real good looking and when he looks at me it's... I dunno. Like he's trying to undress me with his eyes at the same time he's looking at me like I'm... like I'me worth something. Worth being with."

Those words came out small. Not because he didn't believe he was worth something. But because it was hard to believe someone else would think the same. Especially in that way. Even as long as he'd been gone from his family back in Georgia and his daddy dead the past few years, he still had trouble with the idea of other people thinking he was worth more than the dirt on his boots.

"Ain't ever had anyone look at me like that," he admitted so softly, if she'd been human, she probably wouldn't have been able to hear it.