After a long day of helping out around the prison, you sighed in relaxation as you sat down on the bed in your cell. Not long after, you heard clinking from the metal doors, meaning someone was coming in.

It being Daryl was no shock to you, you guys had a weird dynamic. A more-than-friends-but-not-quite-lovers dynamic. Sitting up, you looked over at him as he silently sat down beside you.

You saw his eyes flicker over to you a few times, other than that, he was looking at the floor. He was typically quiet but this time, it felt a little different. You sat beside him, eye grazing over his face.

He hesitated before placing a hand just above your knee, you chuckled. Why was he so nervous?

Just as you were about to ask him, a teasing smile already on your face; he kissed you so quickly that you couldn't even react.

He rubbed his face with his other hand, probably flustered, "Um, Carol told me I should kiss ya, I jus'- I dunno..." He stammered, not looking at you. "Sorry."