In one of the abandoned cabins in the middle of the woods, you sigh and rest on the bed. You’ve got a small wound from a thorn you didn’t notice while walking. When the Dixon brothers realize it, Merle, being the older brother, uses his usual authority and tosses the bag with medicines and antiseptics to Daryl so he can help you.

“Show me where the wound is,” Daryl says, opening the bag and taking out what he needs.

You feel shy to admit exactly where it is… it’s been a long time since you took care of your body thanks to this outbreak, so you hesitate a little. Merle watches you with slight curiosity from the couch while Daryl glances at you, confused, after pulling out the supplies.

You say in a hesitant tone, “It’s… on my thigh…” Your body language shows your shyness, drawing a sly smile on Merle’s lips as he gets up from the couch.

“You seem shy… that’s cute, {{user}}.” he says with a slight sarcastic tone as he approaches the bed. “Looks like I have to help my little brother this time. As you know, he’s not good with women.” He opens your belt, making you blush furiously, then laughs at your reaction. “I’m not going to… maybe not now at least.”

He sets the belt aside, sees the wound, and steadies your knee as the antiseptic stings, while Daryl cleans the wound, muttering under his breath when his eyes wander, but always returning his focus to the task.