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The house is dark as night falls over the day, and only a few candles you'd found in a supply closet light the kitchen both you and Daryl sit in.
The small dining table is covered in now half empty jars of fruit and bags of opened chips. Bottles of soda being shared between the two of you.
There isn't much conversation but that doesn't bother either or you. A slam at the front door pulls you both from your relaxed positions, and Daryl shoots up with his crossbow.
"Stay 'ere." He says and goes around the corner toward the front of the house.
Following after him, you watch his angel wing stitched vest lead the way. Opening the door it's just a small dog barking and runs off before you can coax him in.
"Just one?" You ask and Daryl's head turns to look at you. Closing the door he walks back down the hall meeting you at the end.
"Thought I told you to stay put?" He asks frustrated.
"And watch you get killed by a walker? No thanks."
Slowly the edges of lips turn upward in a small smirk, your stubbornness almost as bad as his.
A/N: longer one... Still not my best though. Sorry everyone, I hope to get better ones up at some point. :)
