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Five More Minutes

Daryl x Gn!Reader Drabble

The sun streamed through the shades covering you two from the outside world and illuminated the face of the man next to you. He was still sleeping, but you knew he would be up soon as the sun was just emerging from the horizon. His arm had found you in the night and was now draped across your middle, holding you in the embrace you have found comfort in so many times.

Quiet moments where hard to come by in the apocalypse, so you cherished these few minutes of peace in you and Daryl's shared before starting the day.

The subtle rise and fall of his chest and his closed eyes was the calmest you ever saw him, and you tried to memorize every detail of his face in these minutes before life started up again.

Soon enough the urge to let him sleep was over run by the urge to touch him, and your hand moved from its position next to you and traveled his dark umber locks, pushing a few messy strands away from his face. Daryls nose twitched at the movement and his fingers tightened around your side, almost reassuring himself you where actually there before he blearily opened his eyes. As soon as he did his eyes closed again in a yawn.

"Morning sleeping beauty" You chided.

Daryl grumbled slightly but you could see the ghost of a smile hinting at his lips.

"Mornin'" His gravely voice was quiet, still weighed down by sleep. Arms stretching as he made a move to get up for the day his hand leaves your side and you frowed.

"Can't we just stay in bed a little longer?" You knew you both had jobs and duties to attend to, but you couldn't help yourself from wanting just five more minutes in bed with Daryl. After a second of silence he let his body fall back onto the bed next to you.

"If someone's pissed I's late to the council meeting m' blamin' you" He draped his arm around you again and you gladly cuddled into the comfort of his chest.

"Fair trade"

Cold Tension: Prologue

R&M Fanfic / Rick x Reader

You stretch your arms as your vision fades clearer. You look beside yourself, Summer still wrapped in the soft pink blanket she kept on her bed. You walk into the bathroom and rubs your eyes. Eyeliner still smudged on your bottom lashline. As you washed your hands and left the bathroom you realized how quiet it was. That was odd for this house. The cold gave you goosebumps causing your nipples to show lightly through your grey tank top. It hugged your waist nicely showing off your figure. Your black bikini panties peaked below your shirt, only barely noticeable. ‘There’s no one out there right?’ you thought peeking around the wall checking to see if anyone was there. You semi-confidently tip toed to the kitchen and turned on the faucet before realizing the cup you were using was back in the living room. You moved slowly before picking it up and inspecting it. “Boob World” was written on the front of it with ugly cartoon tits as the “O”s. Your head falls into your chest and you lets out a soft chuckle and a joking sigh of disappointment as you shake your head. Walking into the kitchen you stare at the cup until you look back up, meeting Rick’s eyes in the kitchen. You stop, almost immediately in your place for what feels like years. He didn’t even glance at you. After your initial shock you quickly went back to focusing on yourself, trying to avoid his presence. He was brewing some coffee, which you thought was odd. He must stay up late often. His under eyes were purple, and he seemed irritated enough although you hadn’t even yet said a word to him. You open the cabinet with the tea bags. You and Summer had been best friends for a while now. You met all of the Smiths pretty extensively, but Rick is a rare sighting. You try reaching to the top of the shelf, holding the chamomile tea. Your arm straightens and your heels come off the floor. The hem of your tank top rides up to show your midriff. Rick watched all of this, half annoyed by you and the other half, trying to think of something else. After 10 or so seconds of struggling Rick turns around, hovering over your shoulder as he lifts his hand to the shelf and back down to you. You take it from him with a weak “Thank you.” He ignores you and continues doing his business. You grab a spoon before leaving the kitchen, the small clinks of the metal on ceramic echo through the hallway. The embarrassment sent a chill down your spine. You were only in a tank top and underwear. ‘He must think I’m a fucking weirdo’ you thought. You finally slip quietly back into bed before falling asleep again. This time to the touch of his breath against the back of your neck. His shadow engulfed yours and he towered over you. For a moment your nose almost met with his light blue shirt as you looked over your shoulder. He had never been that close to you before.