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You were thankful to be back, in something familiar. In something safe. In something with people you trusted.
Walking down the street, you notice Daryl working on his bike. You two had been close before you'd been taken along with Maggie and Carol. Just a few days ago.
Sitting down on the cement step behind him you watch him quietly, you know he knows you're there but doesnt acknowledge you.
Close was a relative term; you two were something. Not romantically nor sexually, but there was a connection. One Daryl had never shared with anyone, and one you thought you'd never experience again.
"Got 'nother one of those." Daryl's voice is low as he moves to sit by you. Smile from your newly lot cigarette disappearing in the air.
Offering him the box, you both sit there. Not needing words to speak, but just needing to sit with one another.
Standing up, brushing dirt off your jeans Daryl says something.
"What'd they do to you?" You turn to look at him. His long hair blowing in the slight breeze.
It was one of the first real things Daryl had said to you, the past three days being filled with a somewhat silence between the two of you.
You shrug looking down at your feet, "they didnt do nothin to me."
The bruises lining you back and upper stomach said otherwise.
"Think they made ye stronger." Daryl says, putting his cigarette out on the porch stone.
Both of you never truly needed many words, things like that made up for it.
A/N: just watched this episode earlier this morning😂 and I actually like this one too. Also why do I love Daryl's hair so much in that GIF?! 😍😂😍
