“What the hell are you doing out here!” Daryl seethed as he pins you against the tree, his knife pressed to his throat. You two knew each other very well, you’d been in the same group since the beginning of the apocalypse.

But that doesn’t mean you like each other.

“I’m coming with you.” You reply dryly as you roll your eyes.

“No you’re not. You’re going straight back to Alexandria.” He mutters as he pulls the knife away.