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"Hey." He lazily knocks on your prison cell door. His hair is a tangled mess and his clothes are stained with walker blood. He's got some cuts and bruises scattered across his body. Daryl's signature crossbow is slung over his shoulder. He stands there, leaning against the door. He has a worn expression on his face. Daryl looks tired.

It’s late at night and else in the prison besides lookouts is asleep.. and Daryl has come to you for help.

Daryl leans back against the bench, closing his eyes as you clean his face. "Just some scrapes and bruises," he mutters. "Got into a bit of a scuffle with some walkers out there." He winces slightly as you dab at a particularly nasty cut.

"I appreciate the help," he says, opening his eyes and flashing you a weak smile. "I know it's late and everyone's asleep, but I need your help with something. It's important."

Daryl nods silently and starts to unbutton his shirt, revealing his toned chest and abdomen covered with scars, both old and new. "You're the boss," he says in a low voice as he hands you the shirt.

As you examine him for any other injuries, Daryl relaxes slightly under your touch. He can't help but feel a tingle of attraction as he watches you work, but he tries to push those thoughts aside. "Thanks for doing this," he says softly. "I trust you."

Daryl chuckles at your comment and nods, "I'll try to be more careful from now on," he says as he puts his shirt back on. He takes a deep breath and gets up from the bench, "Thanks, I really appreciate your help."

As you stretch after cleaning him up, Daryl can't help but admire your figure. He glances away quickly, not wanting to make things awkward between you two. "You should get some rest," he says, noticing your yawn. "I won't keep you any longer."

Daryl heads towards the door, "I'll see you around," he calls over his shoulder, before disappearing into the darkness.

A few minutes after Daryl leaves, you look around the empty cell and decide to get ready for bed. You slip off your clothes and are left in just your bra and underwear. The cool night air washes over your skin as you take a deep breath and stretch your arms up to the ceiling, enjoying the feeling of freedom.

Harley glances down at her toned body, admiring her own curves for a moment before she starts to put on her pajamas. She can feel the moon shining brightly through the small window of the cell, casting an ethereal glow over everything inside.

With a content sigh, Harley pulls her hair up into a loose ponytail and settles down onto the narrow cot against the far wall of the cell, thoughts of Daryl lingering in her mind as she drifts off to sleep.

"Daryl exits the prison, feeling a mix of relief and anxiety. He's glad he was able to get help from Harley, but there's something else that's been weighing heavily on his mind lately."

"As he walks towards his tent on the outskirts of the prison, Daryl can't help but think about his growing feelings for Harley. He's known her for a while now, and he's always thought she was strong and capable. But lately, he's been noticing other things - the way her curves look under her clothes, the sound of her laughter, the warmth of her touch as she tended to his wounds."

*Daryl stops in his tracks and clenches his fists, trying to push these thoughts out of his head. It's not like him to get attached to someone like this, especially in a world where everyone is struggling just to survive. But there

's something about Harley that draws him in, and he can't shake the feeling that he wants to be closer to her. He hasn't felt this way about anyone since before the apocalypse, and it both scares and excites him.*

"As Daryl reaches his tent, he sits down on a makeshift stool and runs a hand through his hair. In the quiet of the night, he allows himself to let his guard down and think about what he really wants. And the answer surprises even him."

"Daryl wants to be with Harley, to hold her close and protect her from the dangers of this world. He knows it's a dangerous thought - getting too attached to someone can lead to heartbreak and distraction. But he can't help how he feels."

*Daryl takes a deep breath and stands up, making a resolve to keep his feelings to himself. At least for

Daryl couldn't get Harley out of his mind. As he lay down on his cot and closed his eyes, he kept thinking about her. He wondered if she felt the same way he did. Maybe he was reading too much into things. After all, they were just friends, weren't they?

As Daryl drifted off into a restless sleep, his thoughts turned to the dreams he's been having lately. Dreams that involved Harley in more intimate situations. He shook his head, trying to dispel these thoughts and feelings. He couldn't act on his attraction to her, no matter how strong it was.

Meanwhile, Harley lay awake in her own bed, unable to sleep. She was consumed with thoughts of Daryl, wondering if he felt the same way about her as she did about him. She wanted his arms around her, his body pressed against hers. There

was something about him that drew her in, something that made her feel safe and protected, even in the midst of chaos.

But the thought of acting on her feelings for Daryl made her nervous. What if he didn't feel the same way? What if it ruined their friendship? Harley couldn't risk losing someone so important to her, especially not now, in a world where connections were hard to come by.

She turned onto her side, trying to push these thoughts out of her head. As she stared up at the ceiling of her cell, she vowed to keep her feelings for Daryl hidden, at least for the time being.

As Harley approached the cabin, she could see that it was empty. The door was slightly ajar and there were no lights on inside. Feeling curious, she pushed the door open and stepped inside.

The cabin was small and cozy, with a fireplace against one wall and a few pieces of furniture scattered around. There was a bed in the corner, covered in patchwork blankets, and a small kitchenette along one wall.

Harley walked around the room, feeling a sense of peace wash over her. She could feel the warmth emanating from the fireplace and the softness of the blankets on the bed. It was a far cry from the harsh reality of the prison, and for a moment, Harley forgot about everything else.

She sat down on the edge of the bed, feeling the softness of the blankets beneath her fingers. She couldn't remember the last time she

had felt this kind of comfort. It was almost as if the cabin was a sanctuary, a place where she could forget about the dangers and stresses of the outside world.

As she sat there, lost in thought, Harley suddenly heard footsteps approaching the cabin. She tensed up, gripping her weapon tighter in anticipation of an attack. But to her surprise, it was Daryl who entered the cabin.

"Harley? What are you doing here?" Daryl asked, his voice low and gruff.

Harley felt a rush of embarrassment as she realized that Daryl had caught her in a vulnerable moment. "I couldn't sleep," she admitted. "I just needed a place to clear my head."

Daryl nodded, understanding in his eyes. "Yeah, I get that," he said. "Sometimes this place can get overwhelming. But you shouldn't be wandering

Daryl watches as Harley hesitates, unsure of what to do. He can sense that there's something going on with her, something that she's holding back. But before he can say anything, Harley gets up and starts to leave.

For a moment, Daryl considers going after her, asking her what's wrong. But he decides against it. He knows that Harley will talk to him when she's ready, and he doesn't want to push her too hard.

As Harley walks away, Daryl's thoughts turn back to his own feelings. He knows that he wants to be with her, but he's scared of what that could mean. He's never been the type to wear his heart on his sleeve, preferring to keep his emotions hidden beneath a tough exterior. But with Harley, it feels different. He's never wanted anyone as badly as he wants her

As Harley falls into the ditch, her heart begins to race. She can hear the groans of the walkers getting closer, but she's unable to move. The pain in her side is excruciating, and she can feel her head pounding.

Despite her injuries, Harley tries to force herself to get up and fight off the walkers. But she quickly realizes that it's no use. She's too weak and injured to defend herself. As she starts to lose consciousness, she wonders if this is the end for her.

Suddenly, Daryl's voice cuts through the darkness. "Harley?" he calls out, his voice laced with concern.

Harley tries to respond, but her words come out as a weak murmur. She feels two strong arms wrap around her, lifting her up and carrying her away from the walkers. She leans her head against Daryl

's chest, feeling the warmth of his body against her own.

Daryl carries Harley back to the prison, his movements swift and efficient. He doesn't say anything, but she can feel the concern radiating off of him. As he lays her down on a medical table, she can see the worry etched into his face.

Harley watches as Daryl tends to her injuries, his hands gentle as he cleans her wounds and stitches up the cuts on her side. She can feel a sense of comfort wash over her as he works, knowing that she's safe with him by her side.

As Daryl finishes up, he looks at Harley with a mixture of relief and concern. "You're lucky to be alive," he says, his voice low. "What were you thinking, wandering off like that?"

Harley looks away, feeling ashamed. "I just

Daryl watches as Harley passes out, her voice trailing off as she mutters his name. He feels a jolt in his stomach, a surge of emotions that he's unable to fully process.

As he continues to tend to Harley's wounds, Daryl can't help but think about what she had said earlier. He knows that there's something going on with her, something that she's keeping from him. But he's also aware that it's not his place to pry. He'll give her space to figure things out on her own.

After a few moments, Harley begins to stir. She blinks a few times, her eyes trying to focus. "What happened?" she asks, looking around groggily.

"You passed out," Daryl tells her, his voice low. "You're lucky to be alive."

Harley nods, a look of understanding

Daryl's eyes dart to Harley as she quickly gets up. He's worried that she might have hurt herself again, but she insists that she's fine. He watches as she almost slips, and his hand shoots out instinctively to steady her.

"You should take it easy," he says, his voice gruff. "You're not fully healed yet."

Harley brushes off his concerns, insisting that she's tough enough to handle it. But despite her bravado, Daryl can see that she's still in pain. He knows that he needs to keep a close eye on her to make sure that she doesn't make things worse for herself.

"Come on," he says, gesturing towards the door. "Let's get you back to your cell so you can rest. I'll keep an eye on you for a few more days, make sure that you

Daryl catches Harley as she stumbles, and holds her steady. He lets out a sigh, his eyes filled with concern.

"I think we need to get you some rest," he says firmly. "You're not going to be able to keep going like this."

Harley nods reluctantly, realizing that Daryl is right. She's pushed herself too far, and she needs some time to recover.

"Alright fine, you win," she says, smiling weakly. "Lead the way."

Daryl helps Harley back to her cell, making sure to check on her frequently to make sure that she's alright. Despite her protests, he knows that he needs to keep a close eye on her until she's fully healed.

Daryl watches as Harley falls asleep, her breathing becoming slow and steady. He feels a sense of relief wash over him, knowing that she's finally resting after pushing herself so hard.

He checks on her one more time before leaving, making sure that she's comfortable and that nothing is bothering her. As he walks away from her cell, he can't help but think about her and the danger that she's in. He makes a mental note to keep a closer eye on her in the days to come.

Daryl lingers outside of Harley's cell for a few moments longer, watching her as she sleeps. He feels a sense of protectiveness over her, like he needs to keep her safe from harm. He knows that he can't always be there to protect her, but he'll do his best to keep her out of trouble.

Finally, Daryl turns away

Daryl is surprised when he returns to the prison and finds the drawing and note from Harley on his cell door. He picks up the drawing and stares at it in wonder, marveling at how she's captured him so perfectly.

He feels a sense of pride and warmth spread through him as he reads her message, feeling grateful that he's able to protect her in this messed-up world.

Daryl feels a pang in his chest as he thinks about Harley and the danger she's constantly in. He knows that he has to be vigilant, to watch out for her no matter what. But at the same time, he also feels grateful for her presence in his life, for the light that she brings into his otherwise bleak existence.

Daryl tucks the drawing into his pocket, knowing that he'll treasure it forever.

Harley wakes up the next morning feeling refreshed. As she lays in her cot, she thinks about the drawing she left for Daryl and wonders how he reacted to it.

She smiles to herself, feeling happy that she was able to make something special for him. Despite the bleakness of their situation, little acts of kindness like these are what keep her going.

Harley knows that she can't let her guard down for a moment in this world, but she's grateful to have someone like Daryl looking out for her. She feels safer with him around, knowing that he'll always have her back.

With a small sigh, Harley gets up from her cot and stretches. She's still healing from her injury, but she's determined to push through and keep going. With Daryl by her side, she knows that anything is possible.

Daryl is on his watch when he hears Harley's scream coming from the VR room. He immediately rushes towards it and tries to open the door, but realizes it's locked.

"Harley, are you alright?" Daryl calls out urgently.

When he doesn't hear a response, Daryl's heart rate increases and he starts to panic. He knows that something must be wrong for Harley to lock herself in the VR room like this.

"Harley, please open the door. Talk to me. Are you hurt?" he says, trying to keep his voice calm even though he's shaking with fear.

After a few moments of silence, he hears sobs coming from inside the room. Daryl feels a surge of protectiveness and concern for her, knowing that she must be in a lot of pain to be crying like this.

"Harley, I'm

Daryl's heart aches when he hears Harley's lifeless voice. He realizes that she must have been holding in her pain for too long, and it's finally caught up with her.

"I know you're not fine, Harley. Please open the door and let me in. Let me help you," Daryl says, his voice heavy with concern.

He waits outside the door, feeling helpless and worried. When there's no reply from Harley, Daryl decides to find another way into the room. He uses his crossbow to shoot the lock off, then bursts through the door.

Daryl's eyes widen when he sees Harley lying on the floor, expressionless and drained of emotion. He quickly approaches her and kneels down beside her.

"Harley, please talk to me. What's wrong? Why are you like this?" he asks, gently placing

Daryl feels his heart break as he watches Harley in such pain. He knows that the world they live in is brutal, but he never wants to see Harley lose hope like this.

"Harley, I know it's hard. I've lost people too, but you can't give up. You're stronger than this. You have people who care about you, who need you. You can't let the world break you," Daryl says, his voice low and gentle.

He reaches out his hand and takes hold of Harley's, hoping to offer her some comfort. "Please don't shut us out. Let us be here for you," he adds, looking at her with concern.

Daryl wants nothing more than to help Harley through this difficult time, to be there for her like she's always been there for him. He just hopes that she'll let

Daryl feels like his world is shattering as he looks at the bite on Harley's wrist. He can't believe this is happening, not to her.

"Harley, no. I can't forget about you. You're one of us. We can try to find a way to help you. I'll never leave you," Daryl says, his voice breaking with emotion.

He takes her hand in both of his, trying to reassure her. "We'll find a cure. We'll do whatever it takes. You can't give up yet," he adds, tears in his eyes.

Daryl knows that losing Harley will destroy him. She's become like family to him, and he can't imagine life without her.

Daryl's eyes widen with shock when he hears Harley's revelation. He can't believe what he's hearing, that she could be immune to the virus.

"Harley, are you sure? We need to get you checked out. Maybe we can find a way to use your blood to help others. You could be the key to finding a cure," Daryl says, his voice filled with hope.

He can see the fear and exhaustion in her eyes, but he knows how important this news could be for their survival. Daryl reaches out and takes her hand again, gently pulling her closer.

"We have to tell Hershel. He's a doctor. He can help us figure out what to do," Daryl adds, feeling a sense of relief wash over him. Maybe there was hope after all.

Daryl pauses for a moment, taken aback by Harley's resistance to the idea of telling Hershel about her potential immunity.

"Why not, Harley? He's a doctor. He could help us," Daryl says, his voice filled with concern.

He places a hand on her shoulder, wanting to offer her comfort and support through this difficult time. "We can't keep this to ourselves. It could save lives," Daryl adds, looking at her with determination.

As Daryl looks at her with determination, a part of Harley wants to believe that he's right. That maybe her immunity could help others survive this world, that maybe it could make a difference.

But another part of her knows that if people find out about her immunity, it could put her in danger. She could become some kind of experiment, or worse, a lab rat for research.

"I can't risk it, Daryl. What if they lock me up somewhere and never let me leave? What if they use me for their own gain? I can't take that chance," Harley says, looking down at her bitten wrist.

She feels conflicted, torn between the desire to help others and the need to protect herself.

Harley takes a deep breath, feeling the weight of the world on her shoulders. She knows that her decision could have consequences, both good and bad.

"Daryl, I want to help others. I really do. But I can't take that risk. Not right now. Maybe someday, when things are different," Harley says, looking up at him with a small smile.

She knows that Daryl won't like it, but she hopes he'll understand. "I trust you though. You're always looking out for me. Maybe you can figure something out," Harley adds, giving Daryl's hand a gentle squeeze.

Daryl reads the letter, his heart aching as he realizes how much Harley has been carrying inside. He can't believe that she's in love with him, and he wishes that he had told her how he felt before it was too late.

"Dangit, Harley," Daryl mutters to himself, crumpling up the letter. He feels lost without her, like a part of him is missing.

But he also knows that Harley made the right decision. The world they live in is dangerous, and they have to make sacrifices to survive.

"I'll wait for you, Harley. Always here to protect ya," Daryl says out loud, looking up at the night sky.

He wishes that things could be different, that they could hope for a better future. But for now, all he can do is keep surviving, and maybe, just maybe, find

Despite the years that have passed, Daryl still thinks about Harley. He can't help but wonder where she is and if she's okay.

He often thinks back on the night she left, the letter she left behind and the confession of love she had written. It still pains him to think about it.

But Daryl has kept himself busy, continuing to survive in this world and helping those who need it. He's proud of the person he's become, but there's always a part of him that longs for something more.

Maybe one day, he thinks, he'll find Harley again. Maybe they'll have a chance at a new life together. Until then, he'll keep fighting and surviving, knowing that Harley is out there somewhere.

It's been five years since Daryl has seen or heard anything from Harley. He's given up hope of finding her, but he can't shake the memory of her.

Daryl has kept himself busy, continuing to survive and help others in this world. He's become known as a reliable member of his group, someone who can be counted on when things get tough.

But despite his tough exterior, there's still a part of him that longs for something more. Someone to share his life with, someone he cares about deeply.

As he wanders through the woods, searching for food and supplies, he can't help but think about Harley again. He wonders where she is, if she's still alive. He wonders if she ever thinks about him.

With a heavy heart, Daryl continues on his way, knowing that there are dangers at every turn in this

Daryl turns at the sound of Carol's voice, his crossbow at the ready. "What's wrong?" he asks, his voice tense.

Carol approaches him, her expression worried. "There's been a sighting of a new group nearby. They're headed this way," she says, her eyes scanning the surrounding area.

Daryl nods, all business now. "Alright, we need to warn the others and prepare for them. Thanks for letting me know," he says.

As Carol starts to leave, Daryl stops her. "Hey, do you ever wonder about Harley? Where she ended up?" he asks, his voice low.

Carol looks at him sympathetically. "I know you miss her, Daryl. But it's been years. We had to keep moving on," she says.

Daryl nods, his eyes downcast. He knows Carol

Harley has been on the move for years, never staying in one place for too long. She's seen some things in her time on the road, things that have changed her in ways she didn't think were possible.

But despite everything she's been through, Harley can't shake her memories of Daryl. She thinks about him every day, wondering where he is and what he's doing.

There were times when she was tempted to go back to him, to try to make a life with him. But she knew that their world was too dangerous, too uncertain.

Now, as she wanders through an abandoned town, Harley can't help but think about what could have been. She pulls out the letter she wrote to Daryl so many years ago, reading it over once again.

She wonders if Daryl still thinks about her. If he still loves her

Daryl is still haunted by the memory of Harley. After all these years, he can't shake his feelings for her, nor can he forget the pain of her leaving.

He often thinks about what could have been with her, if only things had worked out differently. Daryl has kept himself busy helping others and trying to make a new life in this world, but there's always a part of him that longs for something more.

As he sits in his camp, cleaning his crossbow, Daryl pulls out the crumpled letter from Harley that he kept all these years. He reads it over again, feeling a surge of emotion that he can't quite explain.

Daryl wonders where Harley is now, if she's still alive and if she ever thinks about him. He wishes that he could see her again, even just to know that she's okay.

Daryl is instantly on guard as he sees the figure in the cape. He raises his crossbow, ready to take aim, but hesitates when the figure starts to run.

He has a feeling that there's something familiar about this person, something that tugs at his memory. Daryl gives chase, his crossbow still at the ready.

As he draws closer to the figure, he can see that it's definitely a woman, and she's moving quickly. Daryl calls out to her, asking her to stop, but she keeps running.

Finally, Daryl catches up to her and grabs onto her cloak, pulling her to a stop. He doesn't immediately recognize her, but there's something about the shape of her face that's familiar.

"Who are you?" he asks, his crossbow still trained on her.

The woman pulls back her hood,

As the woman pulls back her hood, Daryl's eyes widen in recognition. It's Harley! "Harley?" he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harley looks at him, her expression a mix of surprise and relief. "Daryl, it's really you," she says, her voice filled with emotion.

Daryl lowers his crossbow, still in shock. "I thought you were dead," he murmurs.

Harley shakes her head, a rueful smile on her lips. "No, just trying to survive like everyone else," she says.

Daryl takes a step forward, his arms outstretched. Harley steps into his embrace, wrapping her arms around him tightly. They hold each other for a long moment, neither one wanting to let go.

Finally, they step back from each other, both of them looking slightly breathless

Daryl looks into Harley's eyes as she cups his face, his heart heavy with emotion. "I missed you so damn much, Harley," he says, his voice raw with feeling.

He puts his arms around her again, holding her tight. "But you don't have to apologize. We were trying to survive in a messed-up world. You did what you thought was right for you at the time," he says, his words filled with understanding.

They hold each other for a long, quiet moment, simply enjoying the feeling of being reunited. Daryl can feel the warmth of Harley's body against his, and he revels in the knowledge that she's alive and well.

Finally, Daryl steps back from the embrace, looking at Harley with a mix of happiness and sadness. "We can't go back and change what happened, but we can start over

As Daryl looks at Harley with a mix of happiness and sadness, he's taken aback as she leans in and kisses him. For a moment, he's stunned, but then he recovers and kisses her back.

Their lips meet in a passionate embrace, long-suppressed feelings bursting forth anew. Daryl can feel the intensity of their connection, and he knows that his feelings for Harley never truly went away.

As they break apart, Daryl looks deep into Harley's eyes. "I missed you so much," he says again, his voice barely above a whisper.

Harley looks up at him, a small smile playing on her lips. "I missed you too," she says, her voice filled with emotion.

Daryl takes her hand, looking out at the world beyond them. "We'll start over, right here, right now," he says,

Daryl turns to see Harley standing in the doorway of his cell. He looks at her, a small smile playing on his lips. "Hey," he says softly.

Harley walks into the cell, closing the door behind her. She can't help but look at Daryl, admiring his strong, lean frame.

"You look lost in thought," she says with a playful grin, trying to break the tension.

Daryl chuckles, running his hand through his hair. "Just thinking about everything that's happened, I guess," he says, meeting her eyes.

Harley steps closer to him, reaching out to touch his chest. "You've been through so much," she says softly, tracing her hand gently over his skin.

Daryl shivers at her touch, his heart racing. He takes a step closer to her, his breath quickening.

Har

Daryl can feel the tension and electricity in the air as Harley touches him. He's completely lost in her eyes, caught up in the emotions she's evoking.

He listens to her words, his fingers stroking her hair gently. "I felt the same way, Harley," he says softly. "I didn't know if I'd ever see you again."

He leans closer to her, his lips almost touching hers. "But now you're here, and that's all that matters," he whispers.

Harley looks deep into his eyes, a sense of joy and love filling her heart. She leans in and kisses him again, her lips softly pressing against his.

As they break apart, she takes his hand, leading him over to the bed in the cell. They sit down together, their bodies close. The moment is electric, full of the raw emotions