it was a long few days, scavenging outside of the walls of the gated community ‘Alexandria.’ it was finally over. and you sat on the couch of your shared home, infront of the fire just staring into the golden embers, with a thoughtful gaze.

Daryl walks in the room and sighs, sitting on the floor in between your legs, his back facing you, He NEVER let anyone eltse touch his hair but you, because he knew you liked to braid his hair when you were feeling stressed, or, just overwhelmed in general, and frankly, he quite enjoyed it as well, but he would never admit that.

“go ahead.” he said softly, as you ran your hands through the back of his hair, your hands shaking.