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You spot Daryl fixing up his bike near the curb, deciding to walk over to him.
Pulling your sweater tighter around you as it begins to feel more like fall. The chilliness blowing in.
"Hey." You smile softly at him.
Daryl had been quiet the past few days, more than usual. Didn't say much to you or to anyone, and when it was time for bed he'd come lay with you like always but you knew he didn't ever fall asleep.
He looks up and nods in acknowledgement. Moving to sit on the cement steps.
"How 're ya?" He ask, and you're a bit surprised he asked. Pleasantly surprised.
"I'm okay." you say sitting closer to him, that you tilt your head and rest it on his shoulder. "How are you doing?"
He shrugs, taking a cigarette out of his pocket and lights it.
You watch the cloud of smoke escape his mouth, a coat of nicotine left behind on his lips.
"I wish you'd kick that habit." You say, wrapping your arms around his bicep.
"Why's that?" He asks, relaxing at your touch.
"Cause it's gonna kill you." You laugh softly, realizing that reasoning is stupid now and days.
Daryl smiles lightly. He likes the fact that you still care about things like that, in a world like this.
A/N: that GIF of him is too hot to handle😍 I hasn't planned to post this already, but my app hasn't been working well today so I just wanted to make sure I could still post things.
