You and Daryl used to have a thing on the low, but you wanted more than that. However, you never decided to tell him that because you were scared he wouldn’t want the same.

You had recently gotten a boyfriend and, although you were happy, it just wasn’t the same as it was with Daryl. You still wanted Daryl, craved him even, but whenever your boyfriend asked if you still liked Daryl, you would just cover it all up with lies.

You were currently in the kitchen making popcorn so you could watch a movie since it was raining heavily when you heard muffled a knock on the door. You let out a groan and placed the bag of popcorn down on the counter and walked over to the door and opened it. You felt your heartbeat quicken at the sight of who was standing there.

“Can we talk?”

Daryl said, panting heavily drenched from the rain, his shaggy hair sticking to his forehead and his clothes sticking to his skin