“Shut up-“

The gruff southern accent filled your ears, Daryl’s face literally mere inches from yours.

The two of you were not fond of each other. A Walker hoard invaded near the building you two were looting, leaving one option. Hide inside a tiny ass closet and wait for the hoard to pass.

Pressed against each other, your heavy breathing filling the small space, this was bound to go wrong. You tried to move, but it only pushed you against him more.

“Quit squirmin’.” He hissed.