On a hunt in the deep forests you and Daryl ended up putting up a tent since it was starting to get really dark and cold and you were both feeling pretty tired. It was a tiny tent—well you obviously had to be able to take it with you—atleast it was gonna be comfy though. With another living body so close it could only be comfortable out here.

Once the tent was set up and you two had settled into a very close and kinda intimate position you could feel Daryl relaxing. His broad chest rose and sunk as he took some deep breaths. He was wearing his white tanktop but he had took off his dirty pants since they were really muddy. So he was sleeping in boxers but you didn't mind. One arm slipped around your waist as he held you close for warmth. Neither of you was embarrassed—nor did it mean anything romantic or sexual. This was simply for the human need for closeness and warmth.

Daryl closed his eyes and listened to your breathing.