Walking Dead Imagines

A Quick Run - Daryl

Request: "How about something with the reader and Daryl sneaking glances at each other and he has to scoot by the reader in a tight spot and accidentally on purpose grazes her booty and her face turns red but she smiles? If ya want :D"

Word Count: 565

Warnings: none really, PG

The run had been going pretty smoothly so far today, something that didn't always happen. It's supposed to be a quick in-and-out run, just grabbing a few basic essentials for 2 month old baby Judith. That's why it was only you and Daryl, more people only meant more time spent.

You wandered cautiously through the abandoned daycare, dagger raised, prepared for a walker to appear, but none had yet. Daryl was on the other side of the small building, searching for anything useful, just like you. "Psst." You hear, and turn around from the closet you had been peeking inside of. Daryl silently points to something ahead of him, so you head over to him. The hallway is very tight due to the debris and furniture that had been placed in it, probably as an attempt to keep walkers from getting in. The thought saddens you about what might've happened here, so you push it out of your head as you stand beside Daryl. "I can't fit through here." He whispers, his voice husky. You nod, doing your best to scoot past him in this particularly tight space. The close proximity makes you nervous, in a good and bad way. You like Daryl, how couldn't you, he's gorgeous.

Even with trying not to touch him too much, your ass still accidentally grazes his lower body as you scoot past him. You can feel your cheeks heat up as you finally get past him and through the corridor blocked by debris. You look behind you, about to ask for his flashlight, but he is already handing it to you. You nod at him as a silent thank you, noting how his face looks almost flustered, quickly turning back around to check out this last room.

You found a few things, but nothing too great, while Daryl kept watch outside of the room. You have to step on a brick that had fallen from the wall in order to get back through the tight space. Daryl places his crossbow over his shoulder hastily and offers you his hand. You take it, which sends chills down your arms at how strong and safe you felt just by him holding your hand. He carefully helps you squeeze back through the door, bringing you guys face to face.

You gulp, looking up at him in the near dark, both of you still and unsure how to react. He doesn't push you away or try to move, he just looks back at you as intently, an unreadable expression on his face. You are the one that breaks the stare, handing him his flashlight back, your fingers grazing over his hand as he takes it, your head all fuzzy and flustered now as you try to turn around and head back to the more open area.

After you guys finally make your way out of the daycare, you feel relief as the sunlight hits your skin. Daryl hurries to load up his bike and rev it, awaiting you, whistling when he spots two walkers stumbling toward you guys. You hop onto the bike and wrap your arms around his waist, a feeling that you will never get used to or stop appreciating. He takes off and you lean your head on his back, wondering what that intense moment between the two of you could have meant, or what it could lead to...