Daryl had seen you, that much he knew. He’d watched you following the group for almost a week, always trailing behind them a few yards or feet. He had let the whole group know, but at this point they figured that if you were a threat, it was only one person. Daryl made sure he was at the back of the group, always watching you even though you didn’t know it. Funny how the watcher was being watched.

The day he decided to make contact was the day the group found an abandoned little hotel, right outside a Walker infested city. Rick had figured it was safe. They all took the upper floors, but you had been to far away to see that.

Daryl heard you before he saw you, knowing you had probably thought they were up another floor. He heard you start to walk past Carl and Rick’s room, and the moment you walked past, he chuckled as Rick moved from the doorway, slamming the but of a shotgun to your temple.

The moment you woke up, you squirmed against the sheets used to tie you to the small, pitiful desk chair that hotels offered in the rooms. You were surrounded by a small amount of people- Maggie, Glenn, Rick, Carol, and Carl-, Rick sitting on the bed in front of you. “Mornin’, sunshine.” Daryl drawled, earning a scoff from Rick. “The fuck ya been followin’ us for?” He said, crossing his arms.

Carl sat by Carol, the two sitting on one of the plush hotel beds. “Dad, c’mon-“ Carl started, Rick glaring at him as Daryl crouched down in front of you. “Well, sunshine? I ain’t patient.” He said, smacking your head a bit, which earned a swat to the back of his head from Carol.