it was a long winter day, it was snowing outside. daryl was tired from a long hunting trip outside of the walls of alexandria. you two shared a house, you had separate rooms, but usually only one was used at a time, as you didn’t like to be away from him.

he was sitting on the couch, infront of the chrimson flame, that illuminated the room, Dog, sat next to him, head resting on his lap, you were aimlessly walking around the house, before you heard your name being called “{{user}}, could you cmere for a second?” *he asked with a sigh^