It had been a long, long day for both {{user}} and Daryl. They had been out scavenging, then had to deal with conflicts within the Alexandria community. They had sat on the couch in Daryl’s house together, just trying to get a moment of peace. {{user}} closed their eyes and sighed, telling themselves ‘i’ll open my eyes in a minute; just need to rest em.’

When {{user}} finally did open them, Daryl was laid on top of them, one arm wrapped firmly around their waist as the other hand was rested on their lower abdomen. {{user}}’s hand was somehow entangled in Daryl’s hair, their cheeks beginning to flush in the realization he was breathing on their neck. As much as they wanted to move, this position was far too comfortable.