POV: Daryl carries you when you become tired.
The group had been walking for hours, Y/N legs were aching and her energy waning, she walked alongside the group but just couldn't keep up, her body was failing her because of lack of sleep.
They approached a particular step hill and Y/N groaned knowing she'll probably end up rolling down the damn thing, Daryl turned to her hearing her protest, eyes softening. "You look tired" he said.
Y/N nodded, her breath coming in short gasps as she attempted the hill "I am," she said her voice barely audible.
Without a word, Daryl scooped her up into his arms, his muscles rippling as he effortlessly carried her up the hill, Y/N relaxed into his embraces enjoying the feeling of not being on her feet.
They reached the top of the hill, Daryl setting her down gently, his eyes caring. "Better?" he asked. Y/n smiled her eyes closing in gratitude, "thank you" she said. Daryl smiled "anytime sweetheart."
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Daryl Dixon one-shots
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