You sigh softly as you and daryl sit in the capped trunk of the pick-up truck you'd driven here, camping out for the night since you had run out of gas.
"Whas on yer mind?" he asks quietly, looking over at you.
"Just, don't you ever wonder what a walker bite feels like?" you ask. Daryl turns his head to look out the window beside him.
"Don' wanna think 'bout that," he says.
"Sorry. We just never actually ask anybody what it's like. I mean, it would be pretty brutal to ask. But does it sting, or burn? How bad does it really hurt?" you wonder out loud.
"You done?" Daryl snaps. Your eyes widen as you quickly nod, fiddling with your hands.
"Sorry. I didn't know it bothered you that much," you whisper, leaning back against the trunk and looking out the window. But you look back over when you feel his hand rest on your's, you holding in a smile. That's one thing that Daryl does with you that you'd never seen him do with anyone else. He almost immediately feels sorry whenever he yells, or snaps at you. Or even if you get into an argument- he's always immediately sorry. Daryl scoots closer to you, tightening his grip on your hand.
"Don't want you to think about stupid shit like that," he says, looking over to meet your eyes. "Be glad you don't know what it feels like."
"I know, I'm sorry, I wasn't thinking. I was just wondering. I'm sorry," you apologize again, gently placing a kiss on his lips.
"Don' worry bout it," he mumbles, you smiling as you both look back out the windows at the night sky.
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FanfictionI actually have like 100 of these but I'm still going through and editing and finishing so I'll post them as I finish. contains many spoilers all the way up to season 10. There may be some gaps in the numbers (I know how to count!), I just may have...
