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It's late, almost midnight maybe. You lay awake in your cell, as everyone else is asleep in their own. Sighing you sit up, running a hand through your long tangled hair.
"Why ye up?" The low voice startles you, making you look towards the door.
Daryl stands there leaning against the metal, looking at you in the dark. Turning on the small lamp by your bunk you can see him clearly now.
"Couldn't sleep." You sigh, wanting to ask why he's up too but realize he must be on watch.
Nodding he stares at the ground, "What's on your mind?"
Asking it makes Daryl look up at you, taking a moment to realize that you actually care to listen to what he has to answer with.
Shrugging he simply answers, "I'm tired."
You laugh lightly, the soft sound bouncing off the walls. "Then come get some sleep."
You offer patting the mattress you sit on. He shakes his head.
"Ain't that kinda tired."
Your eyebrows bend in confusion as you walk up to him. "What do ya mean then?"
Whispering you rest your head on the side of the metal bar. Closer to him, listening intently.
"Just tired of losin people." His voice mumbles.
You find a small smile crawl up on your face as you begin to speak, "Ain't losin me."
Daryl's deep blue eyes look up to meet yours, the edges of his lips curving upward too.
