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Send me “↹” for my Muse’s reaction to yours pushing them out of harm’s way… and taking the blow instead.
“--Aaron!” He hadn’t even registered the blow coming for him until Aaron’s bodyweight had collided with his own and knocked him to the ground. And Aaron had fallen beside him too. The archer scrambled, crossbow raised as he fired, the walker dropping to the floor with a dull ‘thud’ beside them.
There didn’t seem to be any blood, and Daryl frantically, desperately ran his hands all over his chest and arms, feeling for any wetness, any sign at all that he’d been bit.
“Shit.” He muttered, finding nothing and letting out a shaky breath, hands tightening on the other man’s shoulders as he ducked his head, resting his forehead against his collarbones. “Don’ y’dare do that again.” He muttered, breathing in his scent and feeling his heart racing - the adrenaline making him light headed.
“Or I’ll kill y’I swear.”
