Brie and Daryl find a certain familiar poncho in a store they're looting with the group.

"You scared?" She suddenly hears in her ear, she whips around to see Daryl Dixon, beaming, crouching beside her. She rolls her eyes, returning her attention to the nearly empty aisle.

"Of course not." She says, but there's a shake to her voice. She feels a hand on the small of her back.

"You'll be okay, I'm here now."

Daryl Dixon had this annoying way of calming Brie down when she should be on high alert. She had been crouching and thinking of all of the ways this could go wrong. Then he just comes up and every thought disappears.

He whistles and leads Brie down another aisle.

"Clear!" They suddenly hear Rick shout.

"Clear!" Daryl responds.

There's a choir of clears' throughout the empty grocery store.

"Grab what you can carry." Rick says, meeting with Brie and Daryl in the cereal aisle. "Put stuff in your bag. If it gets too heavy, don't grab it."

Brie separates herself from the group and goes into the clothing aisle. Winter was coming and they had to prepare. She finds a basket and begins throwing clothes in it. Right as she grabs for a winter jacket, a rotting hand grabs her wrist. She's about to unleash hell and kill the little shit - but it drops just as quickly as it appeared.

Brie notes an arrow sticking out of its head. She grabs it out and sees Daryl Dixon standing behind her.

"Oh my hero." She coos, a smile on her lips.

"Figured you'd be one fer trouble." He offers as an explanation, walking over to her and retrieving the arrow. "Trouble is just attracted to ya, figured it'd be ya that'd find one."

Brie rolls her eyes, while rolling, she spots a poncho. It's an array of different colors and she grabs it off the hook, holding it up to Daryl's chin.

"We're getting this for you."

"Hell nah." He says, shoving the poncho away from him. "Ain't goin' to look like a sign for walkers."

"It'll be warm." Brie insists, "Besides, you'd look cute in it."

"Cute?"

"I'm sorry did I bruise your ego? Maybe I should have used a more manly word.." She ponders for a moment, "Nope, cute was the word I was looking for." Brie has a devious smile on her lips, "Come on, put it on!"

Daryl has a smirk set on his lips, shaking his head, "Nah. You can keep it. Be way too big on you."

"That's why you're going to keep it." She says, standing on her tip toes and trying to get it over his head. "Come on don't make this difficult!" She whines as he keeps rapidly moving. She trips on her toes and falls against him, giggling.

"Twice in less than 10 minutes, yer in need of savin' today." Daryl says, helping her back on her feet. "Fine, I'll put the damn thing on."

Brie makes a small noise that can only be registered as a victory noise. He allows her to put it over his head and is surprised when it's warm.

"See, you look fine."

"It's warm."

"I told you so."

He rolls his eyes, eyeing her basket, "You getting anything for yerself?"

"Nah, I'm fine." She says, holding up a basket of mens and kids clothes, "I've got enough."

He nods, just agreeing with her. "Okay. We ought to get goin' before I'm not here to save yer ass."

"Ha ha ha, very funny, cowboy."

"Damn right, sunshine."

She turns around to glare at him, "You know I hate that nickname."

"I know."

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