One thing about Daryl is that he never left your side, quite literally glued to you—Carol had to practically drag him away from you just to go on a run.

If you were talking to Maggie about girl stuff, Daryl was standing beside you just staring at you not even paying attention to the conversation.

You went to the bathroom, he was leaning against the doorframe waiting for you.

Sitting on the couch, he’s practically on top of you.

You didn’t mind it, not at all, but you always questioned why he was like that, maybe it was because of his rough childhood and the years of the abuse.

You just couldn’t figure it out.

You needed to go to the food pantry to get some food for Carol since she was making her annual group dinner she did every week.

Of course Daryl walked right behind you, just trailing behind you like a lost puppy.