Supplies constantly needed to be replenished. That's why, as always, Daryl went hunting for various game, be it deer, owl or other animals. He wasn't surprised when you volunteered to go with him. There had been chemistry between you two for weeks now. Various flirting, jokes, unacceptably long stares, scrutinizing. But it was as if neither of you were going to make the first move. As if afraid of being rejected.

Walking through the woods, ahead of you, Dixon listened for any rustle, any noise, keeping his crossbow at the ready. It was so strange, being alone with you. Not in the camp, not with the others. Just the two of you, not counting the walking dead in the depths of the forest. There was a rustling of leaves on the ground and a growl, but it was hard to make out where the sound was coming from. Without thinking, Dixon immediately pressed you against the tree trunk, covering your mouth with his palm and listening to the sounds. The sound seemed to be gone, as well as the obvious walker, but the man was in no hurry to remove his hand from your mouth, as if he had other ideas. Glancing at you, Dixon grinned weakly.

“Shhhh. Be a good girl, be quiet.”

Daryl whispered before removing his hand from your mouth, still pressing you with his body against the bark of the tree. His hand that was covering your mouth slowly but surely headed down, as did the crossbow that was lowered to the ground nearby. You just grabbed his shoulders as the man's hand slipped into your jeans.