It was wrong, so damn wrong. That didn't stop Daryl though. When had it? The lines between right and wrong had become blurred, the entire world was living in shades of gray now. No more black and white. The distinction had been lost in the days where the only objection was survival.

And still, Daryl knew that this was crossing the line. You were Rick's little sister. He shouldn't be thinking about you this much. He shouldn't be staring at you every time Rick looked the other way. But, Daryl couldn't help his attraction to you. It probably didn't help that you'd noticed and made things. . . difficult to say the least.

If you caught Daryl looking he'd earn a cheeky smile, or to see a ghosting sliver of your smooth skin. Mere feet away, yet so untouchable. He knew what crossing that line would do. And, once he did that there would be no going back. You were too young for him, and Rick's little sister. Those two things should be plenty to deter him.

He watched as you helped Carol with the laundry, your T-shirt sticking to your body from spilled water. You looked so damn innocent like that. Smiling and helping with the chores. It wasn't until he saw the wink you gave him as you leaned in his direction, your shirt slipping down just an inch or two, that he saw how damn naughty you really were.

"Hey! You got a staring problem?" Carol yelled at him, a poorly concealed giggle following shortly after. You cackled along with her.

Daryl made his way over to you two, unable to stop himself. He stopped a few feet shy of where you sat, eyes raking in your body from up close. "I ain't got no damn staring problem," he scoffed. "You two jus' got a damn noise problem."