"Hey--" Nah, he wouldn't shove her to the floor... he might fall out of the bed with the way he jerked back though.

"The hell?" He demanded again. Daryl Dixon could handle a lotta things, but he was doubting his ability to handle teenage girls more each day that passed. He brought up a hand to rub absentmindedly over the spot she'd kiss.

"Mind tellin' me what you're thinking?"