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The cramped small claustrophobic space of the closed trunk is the last place you want to be right now. You've lost track of the hours you've been in here hoping the herd of walkers would leave by now.
Daryl's stuck beside you taking this opportunity to try and get a few minutes of needed sleep. Told you to do the same, yet you still lay awake.
Over and over in your head the actions of the day play. From the fall of the prison, to the endless miles of running with Daryl.
Tears brim your eyes, and soon fall down your cheeks. Sperated for everyone you knew as family, losing the only safety you had makes you cry harder.
Your sobs become to loud to keep in and soon the trunk echoes with your cries. Waking Daryl up.
Sitting up and glaring at you, you can tell he wants to yell at you and tell you to shut the hell up. But he doesn't, instead you watch the confliction on his face and soon decide on the better choice.
"What ye cryin bout?" His gruff voice doesn't match the words he says.. The kindness some type of opposite from his personality.
"I don't want to do this no more." You cry, your body shaking as your cheeks become soaked in the salty tears.
"Ain't got a choice." Right there you can tell Daryl's never been the most comforting person. That he's not good in situations like these.
"I just... I just..." You continue to stutter as no real phrase form. Your emotions over taking your body.
"C'mere. Ye need sleep." Calmly Daryl pulls you into his chest, the side of his shirt getting wet by your tears. But he doesn't care.
The wind and the pine mixed on him is a soothing scent, one that helps lulls you to sleep.
His hand runs through your hair, a simple gesture at kindness and compassion.
A/N: actually really like this one❤
