𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 - 𝘵𝘸𝘥 𝘪𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘦𝘴

𝘥𝘢𝘳𝘺𝘭 𝘥𝘪𝘹𝘰𝘯 | 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦 *

inspired idea
warnings: outdoor smut, teasing

daryl and i were assigned to go out on a run for supplies, but really i knew it was just a muse to get us alone together. daryl and i.. we're not really the tightest of friends. mainly because he's a prick and always finds ways to make me angry.

we'd argue about everything. and i mean everything, up to things like who sleeps in what bed or who kills the walker coming up. he's aggravating in every way.

everyone else has to deal with our constant arguments. they've tried to help us, to get us to get along. for example, now, purposefully putting us alone in situations like this in an attempt to get us to stop hating each other. it never works.

so here i was, sitting on the back of daryl's bike as we drove down the empty road. i held my arms around his torso, feeling sort of awkward. the ride was silent. i hated how close we were, and how he had to bring his bike because all the other cars were coincidentally being used. it forced us into this awkward situation, and we both hated it.

after a long, long while, we reached our destination which was an old abandoned complex that hadn't been checked through yet. aaron had discovered it a while back, but no one thought to check it. they had simply discovered it's existence.

none of us spoke. i swung my legs off the bike, standing and fixing my jacket. daryl turned the key in his bike, the engine stopping. he leaned it against the wall, giving me a short look before he continued inside.

we had both been giving each other the silent treatment after an argument, like we were little children. i guess this rivalry is pretty childish, but still, he was insufferable.

he pulled his knife out of his belt, lifting his arm up and aiming the knife down as he pushed the door open slightly. he rapped his hand on the metal door, waiting for some sort of sound to come inside.

a walker snarl became audible in the distance. he gave me a short look, and i nodded, taking my small pistol out of my belt. i cocked the safety, following in behind him.

he moved down one of the hallways, and i moved to the other room, i cleared it, giving a short nod to him. he adjusted his grip on his knife, looking to the side as he pulled a drawer open. i left him in the room, moving down the hallway and clutching my gun.

i thought the room was clear, however i was quickly shocked when i felt a grimy hand grab my shoulder. i quickly turned around, but the walker had managed to push me onto the ground. i cried out, trying to push the walker away from its shoulders.

"daryl!" i called out, the walker snapping its teeth in my face. i heard a knife sheath before it plunged into the walkers head, its blood dripping onto my chest.  the walker fell on top of me, and i quickly pushed it off of me, my breath heavy.

"you good?" he rasped, his hand lending out. i hesitated, but took it, and he pulled me up. as i stood, i lost my balance, and fell into him.

he caught me, his hand instantly landing on the small of my back to hold me up. our faces were only inches apart, just enough that i could feel his breath on my lips. his warm hand held my back, splayed across my skin.

my eyes flicked across his face, before landing on his lips. my head inched forward, before twitching back. i wanted to give in, i wanted to kiss him.

my eyes found his again, and he held the same expression that i did. before i could realize what was happening, he pushed my back so my body was closer to his. i gasped, our lips impossibly closer.

they almost touched. almost, before i completely gave in. our lips crashed together in a firey movement, his hand pushing me closer to him. his hand trailed up my back, riding up my shirt, before i came to a realization on what i was doing. what the hell am i thinking? this is daryl. i can't kiss him.