You and Daryl had liked each other for a while now, but never said anything about it to each other. You were with Daryl on a scavenge, when a Walker toppled you over, your knife falling out of your hand. It was an inch from taking a bite from your neck when Daryl killed it.

He threw the walker to the side, to lean over you and check your skin for a bite. “You hurt?” He asked. You just stared, then in a quick moment you pulled him down and pressed your lips to his.