Daryl stared down at you. You were wide-eyed and terrified, pressing a hand to your injured knee. He
Daryl stared down at you. You were wide-eyed and terrified, pressing a hand to your injured knee. He knelt down beside you and your eyes immediately snapped to his.“Listen, I know ya don’t know me—and ya ain’t got no reason to trust me but we’ve gotta get the hell outta here. I promise I’ll keep ya safe, but we gotta go. Now.”You considered his sincere and urgent expression and you found something about his deep voice with that gruff quality and southern drawl immediately calming. You nodded. “I trust you.”It was all you said, and Daryl peered at you in confusion for a moment that you so willingly gave your trust to him. He hadn’t expected that, and he was used to being judged based on how he looked or what people guessed he was like. He nodded. “Alright. C’mon. Let’s get ya outta here.”And you were amazed that as you accepted his proffered hand to help you to your feet, you were sure that this man would be true to his word and keep you safe. And you hadn’t felt so sure of anything since the world had ended.Prompt: “I trust you.” -- source link
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