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Y/N: How much do you love me?

Daryl: Why?

Y/N: Just answer.

Daryl: Tied with the crossbow.

Y/N: Ouch, but okay. So, I have a zit on my—

Daryl, spinning on a heel: Nope.

Y/N: I didn’t even say where!

Daryl: Don’t matter where. Ain’t squeezin’ it.

Y/N: But you love me!

Daryl: Crossbow just took first place.

You were lying side-by-side on the roof of the warehouse under a starry sky that seemed infinite. You'd never know that there was an army of the dead swarming a couple floors down.

You suddenly pulled your eyes away from the sky and they landed on Daryl. He could feel you looking over at him and he nervously licked his lips before turning to catch your gaze. "What?" he asked softly.

"If you could be anywhere right now, where would you be?" you asked him, a small smile growing on your face with each word.

There was a long pause before he spoke. "...here, I s'pose," he drawled, turning his eyes back to the sky.

You rolled onto your side and then pushed yourself up on the palm of your hand. "Why?" you asked, surprised by his answer.

He chewed on his bottom lip for a moment and then shrugged. "Yer here." But he wasn't brave enough to look over at you and see your reaction to speaking his feelings as plainly as he ever had.

Your heart jumped. "But... there are like 300 walkers downstairs? And we're kind of trapped here?"

"So?" he drawled. "I said what I said."

Your heart fluttered again and you stared at him for a long moment before you laid down on your back again beside him. You scooted close enough that your arm nudged his, and then Daryl felt your fingers drift down his forearm and over his wrist. Then they laced between his.