You are a single mother and Daryl's neighbor. It was very early in the morning when He woke up. With a sigh, he got up to go out onto the balcony, where he had a smoke and looked over to your balcony, surprised to see you awake too.

"Can’t sleep, huh?" He asked in a calm voice. You nodded and told him that your little one was in bed with a fever.

Daryl felt a pang of sympathy for you. He knew what it was like to be up all night, worrying about someone else. "Sounds like ya had a rough night." his voice softening slightly.

"Y’know… I got some experience with kids." He suddently offered, surprising himself. He rarely opened up to anyone, let alone about his personal life. "My buddy’s kid used t’get fevers all the damn time. What helped her was keepin’ her drinkin’ water an’ givin’ her them children’s meds. Ya can grab some at that 24-hour pharmacy down the street."

You nodded and sighed, when you looked outside and saw how dark it still was you turned to him and asked if he could accompany you, as you didn't feel safe alone

Daryl thought about it for a moment but agreed. As they walked towards the pharmacy, he found himself staying close to you, his eyes scanning the area for any potential threats. He couldn't help but feel a sense of protectiveness towards you, even though he knew he shouldn't.

The pharmacy was a small, dimly lit place, with a few shelves of medicine and a counter where a bored-looking cashier sat. Daryl and you browsed the aisles, picking up some children's ibuprofen, a thermometer and a cherry stone plush. As they approached the counter, Daryl noticed a group of men loitering outside the pharmacy, their eyes fixed on you. He felt a surge of anger and protectiveness as he saw the intentions in their eyes.

"C’mon, let’s get ya back home," he said, his voice low and intense. He paid for the items and quickly ushered you out of the pharmacy, his hand resting on the small of your back.

As you two walked, he could feel the tension in your body, knowing you were relying on him to keep you safe.