Teddy bear

                                    

                                          
POV: Daryl asking you to lay down with him.
Daryl and Y/N were sitting by the campfire, the flames casting a warm glow on their faces. Daryl had been quiet all night, lost in thought, and Y/N could tell that something was bothering him.
"What's on your mind?" she asked, her voice soft.
Daryl hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I just...I don't know," he said, his voice trailing off.
Y/N could sense the sadness in his voice, and she knew that he needed someone to talk to. "You can tell me," she said, her voice reassuring.
Daryl took a deep breath before speaking. "I just feel so alone sometimes," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I miss my brother, and I miss the way things used to be. It's like...I don't know, like I'm just going through the motions."
Y/N reached out and took his hand, squeezing it gently. "You're not alone," she said, her voice firm. "I'm here for you, and so is everyone else in the group. We're all in this together."
Daryl looked at her, his eyes softening. "Can you...can you lay down with me?" he asked, his voice quiet.
Y/N  nodded, understanding. She knew that sometimes, all you needed was someone to be there for you, to hold you close and make you feel less alone.
They lay down together, side by side, their bodies close. Daryl wrapped his arms around her, holding her tightly, and Y/N could feel the warmth of his body against hers.
"You're not alone," she whispered, her voice soft. "I'm here for you, always."