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"I ain't sleepin in no cage." His voice called. "I'll take the perch."
Trudging off to a seperate cell close by him, you can hear his deep breathing through out the night. Indicating whether or not he was sleeping.
Getting up, after hours of just staring at the ceiling you exit the cell. Almost tripping on the mattress laid out in the hallway.
"Daryl?" You whisper, resting a hand on his shoulder.
He grumbles something, waking up. "Ye okay?"
He asks instantly concerned that something was wrong, that you were hurt.
"Can you," You pause, wrapping your arms tighter around you as the cement hallway is cold. "can you come sleep with me? In the cell?"
He stares at you a moment, and you know how he feels about the confined space.
"Okay." He gets up, following you in after grabbing his crossbow and jacket he had taken off to use as a pillow.
Laying down now, on the soft mattress, Daryl's arms wrap around you. Your height short enough that he rests his chin on the top of your head, his thumb soothingly rubbing over your arm.
"It's not that bad." You whisper, feeling yourself float off.
"Ain't bad at all, since you're in here."
A/N: Not my best... But my new story Norman Reedus GIF Imagines is up!! Please check it out! :)
