I had snuck out of the block again; I was unable to sleep due to recent events. I stole someone's gun from their pocket while they walked on by, handing out medicine to us. I made sure to hide it from view until I left, putting it in my waistband once I was on the move. I needed it just in case; I wasn't sure if someone had breached the security.

I entered the cellblock I was used to, nervously gazing around at the dark interior. I honestly missed this place. I missed being with the people I knew. Why couldn't they move me back here? The medicine was really helping me out; all I had left was the soreness and the cough. I figure they're just being safe. A clatter thundered through the silence. I jumped, whipping the gun out and pointing it in front of me. My finger rested on the trigger, ready to fire at any moment. Daryl's crossbow laid at the bottom of the stairs. I looked up at the top of the staircase. I could see him moving around restlessly. My eyebrows knitted together in confusion and worry. I cautiously hurried up the stairs, dropping to my knees next to him. He tossed and turned on his mattress. I tossed the gun onto the ground next to it before putting my hands on his arm.

"Daryl," I whispered, shaking him lightly. He continued to tremble. "Daryl, wake up." I shook him harder, being careful not to be too loud. His eyes flew open. He stared at me, breathing heavily. Sweat glistened on his forehead as he sat up, the midnight moonlight hitting his skin. Daryl put his head in his hands, wiping it away. "What happened," I asked him with worry. I brushed my finger over the top of his hand. He slightly flinched at the sudden touch. I drew my hand back like I'd touched a hot stove. Daryl gazed up at me, his face pale, then back down at his feet. He shook his head.

"It was all over," he muttered. "I—I tried to stop it..." Daryl trailed off, shaking his head again. I shifted my weight back onto my heels. Daryl's hand darted out towards me, grabbing onto my wrist. He must've thought I was leaving. "Stay." Stay? He wanted me to stay here with him? Alone?

"I—I have to go back eventually," I said, glancing back down to the main floor. "They wouldn't wanna find me out here." His eyes were soft as he looked at me.

"You're with me. It's fine," he whispered huskily. I opened my mouth to question why but quickly closed it. I observed the look on his face. It worried me. He seemed frightened, shaken up. I didn't wanna leave him behind in this condition. I gave in, nodding.

"Okay," I mumbled, tucking my hair behind my ear. Daryl relaxed, laying back down and putting his hands behind his head. I could see his eyes wandering around, landing on the gun next to him. "I, uh," I stammered, pushing it off into the corner. "Just in case." I bit my lip. "I—I actually don't really know how to shoot that well so if I had to use it and really aim for something, we'd be screwed," I admitted awkwardly in an attempt to make conversation. Daryl raised an eyebrow at me. I could feel my face begin to heat up at the judgement being directed towards me. "I've never really had to aim at anything in particular because of my sword, but you always have to," I hinted. Daryl stared at me, a small smirk on his face.

"Tomorrow," he promised. He bit his lip as his eyes flickered over my face and down my body, drinking in my presence as I leaned over him. My heart fluttered, my eyes beginning to linger on his figure as well. They traveled down his chest, over his stomach and just a little below. I shook everything away, my eyes then connecting with Daryl's who had been watching me, watching what I'd been doing. I noticed a light blush tinting his cheeks. I let out a nervous laugh, tucking the other side of my hair behind my ear. I hesitantly reached out and laid my hand on the side of his face. I brushed my thumb over his skin gently. His cheek was warm yet surprisingly soft. Daryl stared at me in awe, his eyes closing in bliss at the feeling for a brief second. He surprised me, turning his head and kissing my palm. He put his hand on mine. He lifted it up and pressed his lips against my wrist. He laid another kiss farther up on my arm, his body slightly jittery with nerves. I let out a shuddery sigh at the soft feeling of his lips.

He lightly pulled me down after a few moments of no movement. Daryl turned on his side, his tenseness and anxiety radiating off of him. I rested on my elbow, my head balancing in my hand. My eyes focused on his lips. I wanted to kiss him so badly. Daryl reached out to touch me, his hand slightly quivering. He lightly dragged his knuckle down my cheek, making sure to be gentle. He ran his thumb under my bottom lip. I lightly kissed his thumb. Goosebumps rose on his arms. I pulled back, smiling.

I dropped my arm and rested my head on it. Daryl smirked as he gazed down at me, the light from the night creeping in through the window and falling on my skin. I laughed, shutting my eyes. He tucked my hair behind my ear. I stared into his eyes, scooting myself closer to him. I planted a kiss on his jawbone. Daryl shivered, my head nearly resting against his chest. My ear was so close I could hear his heartbeat. It was pounding like crazy. I held back another smile. I made him feel this way? I could do this? I mean, he did the same thing to me; I gave into temptation, desire. Daryl gingerly draped his arm over me, securing me and making me feel safe. I longed to be even closer to him, for me to be pushed up against him until there was no space left to close. I shook everything away again, melting beneath the warmth of his touch.