You and Daryl were sitting on the front porch. You were writing some stuff down for Glenn and the other supply runners, stuff they need to look for when they’re out. While Daryl was cleaning his crossbow.

It was a peaceful silence. You were actually one of the many few he could be so comfortable around.

Daryl sat up and placed his crossbow on the side for a second. He searched his pocket and took out a pack of cigarettes, he also grabbed a lighter and lit it up.

“Want one?” He asked and placed his hands on your knee to make you look up at him, you were sitting across from eachother your knees almost touching.