◆ : wrapping your arms around them from behind
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They’ve been stuck out of Hilltop for days now. A run gone longer than expected wound up with both of them reunited for the night in a dingy tent in the middle of nowhere. Doesn’t matter so long as they’re dry and safe and sound. Not in Daryl’s book anyway.
They got creative. Two sleeping bags zipped around one another rather than each one done up the proper way. One blanket from each of their bags covered them up, too. Hell. This was more comfortable than the bed back home, if you asked Daryl. Around them the night time was comfortingly silent of footsteps or the groans of the dead (though with Kal on watch for the rest of the night, they could rest easy) and alive with the noise of crickets, a random rustle of leaves. Out here? Daryl could breathe easier than he could behind rusted walls and closed doors.
He can hear Paul as he sucks in a deep breath. Daryl lifts his head when arms circle him from behind. He melts back into the hold feeling Paul’s chin come in contact with the top of his head. Oh look! Someone was scooted high enough to be the ‘taller’ one. There’s nothing more comforting and hilariously adorable at the same time. One hand rests on top of Paul’s arm, the other reaches back to brush through the cooled off texture of Paul’s hair.
“Could get used’ta this.. Might find a reason or two to stay out here a couple more nights, you keep this up.” Was it a warning or a promise? All a matter of perspective.