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We were all exhausted. Tired from the hardships we've faced. The shed that Carol and Tyreese found didn't hold all of us, but it was enough to squeeze in everyone at night. It was past dark when I heard the door open.
"Hey," I said softly as I followed the figure outside. Daryl grunted in reply and said on the steps of the small building. He took out a cigarette, lighting it with a lighter and inhaling the deathly smoke. I sat next to him, clasping my hands together softly.
"You okay?" I asked quietly, my voice barely audible. He looked at me as he flicked his cigarette, ash falling to the floor.
"Are you?" He countered. I shook my hair with a small scoff.
"You know you can talk to me," I told him, turning my body towards him.
"I'm good. Glad that Rick and you found your kids. Just wish Beth were here." He explained. I sighed and placed my hand onto his, ignoring how he tensed up as if he wanted to pull away, although he didn't.
"We'll find her. She's going to be okay." I reassured. He looked at me through his long hair and shrugged.
"Hey. Everything will be okay." I smiled. I moved some hair away from his eyes, letting my hands drop as he shifted.
"Want some?" He asked, offering the cigarette to me. I chuckled softly and took it from him, letting the smoke infect my lungs as I inhaled.
"I haven't smoked since the beginning of the apocalypse. Schyler always hated it so that I would hide it." I told him, a bitter smile on my face. I felt his fingers on my chin as he pulled me to look at him.
"He's gone. Done need to hide no more." His gruff voice spoke. I handed him the cigarette back after another puff, nodding my head.
"Yeah. He's gone. Can't hurt us anymore." I told him, more trying to convince myself.
"Let's go back in." He said after he smashed the cigarette to the floor with his boot. I nodded once more and stood, letting go of his hand with red cheeks.
"What are you two doing up?" We heard as we walked back into the shed. We turned to find Michonne coming up with a rifle in hand.
"Just smoking," I said quickly. She smiled at us, shaking her head.
"Well, it's my turn to take watch. Go to sleep. You'll need it." She instructed. I mockingly saluted her with a laugh, making her chuckle with me.
I was glad that we grew closer.
Daryl and I walked to our respective spots next to each other, me cuddling up to Connor, who laid his head onto my chest.
"Hey, Daryl?" I called softly.
"Hm?"
"Thank you. For everything." I told him. I saw him nod as I looked back at him.
"It's nothing. No need to thank me for doing what anyone else would do." He said. I shook my head as I played with Connor's hair, eyes getting heavy.
