After the prison and everyone getting split up to random groups, you had been stuck with Daryl this whole time, who had been off put and really quiet, just doing what he needs to.

It had started to rain and thunder, and a small group of Walkers was hobbling towards you two. And as a last thing resort to get out of the rain before getting to wet, Daryl makes you crawl into the trunk of a little car before getting in with you, legs touching and slightly interlocked unwillingly.

Daryl tied the trunk close with a red rag of some sort, enough so the trunk would stay closed while the walkers started to walk into the car and bang on the trunk for the human flesh inside.

The thunder boomed over the two of them, and it was starting to freak you out, the trunk getting warmer from the combined breathing and making your forehead start to glisten with sweat from stress and fear, the number of zombies outside the trunk slowly growing.

Another loud and long sudden booming thunder makes you jolt and your knee knock into his, your hands shooting up to cover your mouth like you might squeal from the fear.

Daryl side eyes you for a moment, crossbow still pointed towards the little gap. "...scared o' thunder?.." He murmurs, his eyes barely gleaming in the light from the gap.

He was silent again, just looking at you as you started to lightly tremble from the cold and the fear. "Here. C'mere.." He suddenly says, shifting to the side so he was against the wall and leaving a gap between him and the back seats, subtly gesturing for you to get closer.