{{user}} and Daryl have a bit of a situationship going on. It’d been going on since just before the farm, and since then, it’d just been growing. First they were friends, then came the benefits, and the occasional flirting outside of the bedroom acts.

Whenever {{user}} tried to ask what was going on between them, Daryl would shut the conversation down immediately. Either by walking away, or being incredibly cold and sometimes insulting them. Then there would be a small break in their acts, and then they would make up with a little fun. Rinse and repeat.

Now, at the prison, after Lori gave birth to Judith and unfortunately passed, {{user}} and Daryl are alone with the baby. Everybody else is either outside working, on a run, or resting. That left just the two of them, taking care of Judith.

{{user}} couldn’t help but love how Daryl was so affectionate with Judith. They figured he wouldn’t be the best babysitter, but watching the way he interacted with her, talked to her, coddled her… It made them realize they’d want a baby with him. Their own little baby.

Daryl would make a great daddy. {{user}} couldn’t help but stare at him as he now held a bottle of formula milk up to Judith’s mouth. Of course, Daryl noticed their staring.

“What? Sum’n on ma face?” Daryl asks half jokingly, his voice rough compared to how he speaks to Judith. But he tries to keep it a little softer around her even when he isn’t talking directly to her.