Daryl is a wild sleeper

They've been walking for a long long time and Rick could hardly pick up his feet anymore, but he wouldn't let anyone else know that. They all agreed that they would not stop until they found shelter.

He heaved a sigh and twisted his back to hear the satisfying popping of his joints, "You doin' okay?" Michonne asked.

"Yeah," he took hold of her hand and squinted in the sunlight, "ah'm just thinkin'," he murmured.

"Hmm, does it have anything to do with the fact that your knees aren't even bending anymore?"

He turned to face her quickly at that, blubbering for a response, "We-well, we can't stop." He whispered so that no one else would hear.

"Yes we will if you can no longer walk." Her brutal honesty was unsolicited during times like these, but he knew she was right so he didn't argue. "How about if we don't find something in maybe an hour, we stop and rest. We can take shifts on watch while two sleep at a time." She suggested and he nodded and kissed her in response.

"Thanks fer thinkin' of me." He gave her hand a squeeze.

"Oh, I came up with this plan for strictly selfish reasons Grimes." She smirked at him, earning a laugh and a playful shove in return.

Daryl and Sasha were at the back of the group and were silent. The only thing they could hear between them both were their footfalls and labored breathing from exhaustion.

Daryl tapped her on the shoulder to get her attention, "Ah'm gonna check ova there. Let'em know ah'm gone."

"Sure." She murmured.

He nodded and went off into the direction he pointed to in search of a place for the group to lay their heads. It seemed to have been days since they last got a decent night of sleep and he was unsure that they would last much longer on borrowed energy.

He maneuvered his way through the trees for almost thirty minutes, and that was when he saw it. It was a gleam of light that bounced off of a piece of metal at least 20 feet off the ground.

Thas gotta be somthin'. He got excited and picked up his pace to get to the mysterious gleam quicker.

Further and further he went until he reached a small pink house. If he wasn't so desperate, he would have passed up that tampon with windows. He shook his head in mild disgust and continued so that he could check the house for walkers. He could care less if there weren't enough rooms. It had walls and probably food stashed somewhere. That was enough for him.

After he cleared out the house of the four walkers it had, he ran as fast as he could to where he figured his group was to let them know they could finally stop moving.

Once everyone piled into the house, they made sure that the house was properly sealed up with enough traps to alert them of danger, because there was a silent agreement among them that everyone would sleep that night.

Rick, Michonne, Carl, and Judith shared a king sized bed in one of the rooms toward the back of the house. Carol, Tyrese, and Tara shared the queen, Bob, Noah, and Eugene shared a pile of blankets that they turned into a makeshift bed that laid on the cool tiles in the kitchenette. Abraham and Rosita slept on the carpeted floor in front of the main entrance. Maggie and Glenn slept under the kitchen table a few feet from Bob, Noah and Eugene. That left the couch for Daryl and Sasha.

They weren't exactly close so the situation was painfully awkward, but they pushed past it in order to get a good night's rest.

"So… how ya wanna do this?" He asked scratching the back of his head nervously. She kicked off her shoes and pointed down at his feet in a silent command for him to follow suit.

"You can lay down first and I'll take the outside since I'm smaller." She reasoned and waited for him to get comfortable.

Once he stretched out and she was lowering herself onto the couch, he held up his hand signaling her to wait. "Ah probably should sleep on the outside so…uh, ya know," she eyed him, secretly delighted that he made the suggestion. "Ah'll jus sleep on the outside." He concluded, clearly flustered.

"Okay," She said and laid down on her side facing the back of the couch and soon felt his hot skin press against her back.

They shifted around trying to get comfortable and the eventually found the perfect position with him pressed against her back and his leg hiked up between her legs to relieve the pressure off of him. They were spooning and she didn't know what to feel about it. Still, if she had to choose anyone to be wedged against a couch by, it would be Daryl. Wow. That sounded wrong. She mused and felt him put his arm around her waist as she drifted off to sleep.


Daryl, the shy, awkward, fidgety archer had his small butt snuggly tucked in the space between her open knees, turned at an angle with his head hanging off the front of the couch and his legs hanging off the back of it. How he managed to successfully sleep in that position was beyond her.

She could see light peeking through the boarded-up window and she closed her eyes once more to get a few more moments before it was time for everyone to wake.

A few minutes later, she could hear a groan from the man currently cutting off the circulation in her legs, and then she could hear and feel a lot of movement. Like magic, he was positioned on top of her with his cheek pressed against her chest. Little puffs of air escaped his parted lips, making his bangs flutter at the disruption.

She stared at the man's hair, deep in thought.

Should I? What if he wakes up?

No, Sasha. Stop. You're acting like a stupid girl.

But this stupid girl hasn't been near a man in a very long time Ms. Williams.

"This is ridiculous," she whispered to herself, effectively putting a stop to her inner disagreement.

She couldn't resist the urge much longer, so she plunged her fingers into his brown tresses and was pleasantly surprised by how soft his hair was. Getting up was the least of her concern now. She had successfully found her new pastime.

Daryl gave a whine and shook his head back and forth against her breast like a puppy, with his eyes screwed shut and a small frown on his lips. He whined again and let out a long groan and stretched his limbs before he tilted his head to the side and cracked open his eyes.

"Good morning sunshine." She said, trying her best not to laugh.

This man is too adorable for his own good. How Lord? How?

"Mornin," his voice was dry and he cleared it, "anybody else up?"

"Nope. Just us, as far as I can tell." She continued playing with his hair and she could feel him let his head fall against her chest once more, preparing to fall back asleep.

"Daryl?"

"Hmm?" He hummed against her chest.

"You're a wild sleeper." She chuckled.

His head shot up from her chest and he finally realized where he was. "Oh ma God," he groaned and tried getting up, "Ah'm sorry. Ah should've slept somewhere else er somthin'."

She stopped his movements with a gentle tug on his hair. "I don't mind." She said and guided him back to his original position. "I thought it was cute."

"Ah God!" He groaned against her skin.

"And you whined in your sleep. You whined Daryl." She laughed at his expense as she continued to play with his hair.

He whined again in frustration, with his ears burning.

"Awww there it is again!" She cooed and pinched his cheek.

"Ahh stap it woman." He huffed but couldn't help but smile.

"Your secret's safe with me. I'll solemnly swear to keep your cuteness under lock and key."

She thinks ah'm cute.

How Lord?

How?