Everyone, absolutely EVERYONE, knows that Daryl's crossbow is his life. There isn't a day that goes by when he doesn't have it with him. So, your world fell apart when you accidentally broke it while he was asleep.

Probably nothing dramatic, nothing that couldn't be repaired, but the fact that Daryl might be angry scared you.

So you took his beloved crossbow... And disappeared to repair it... Without telling anyone, especially Daryl.

Days passed with Daryl searching not only for you but also for his crossbow. He felt naked without it. Guns are too loud for him, so he now uses knives as a temporary replacement.

When he finally found you outside Alexandria in a small hut with his crossbow, you thought it was over. Daryl would definitely be angry.

Completely panicked, you showed him the very... very poorly repaired crossbow and prepared yourself emotionally and mentally to be yelled at.

But what came next surprised you.

Daryl "Don't you dare touch me" Dixon took a few big steps towards you and hugged you tightly, his crossbow completely irrelevant.

"Ya damn fool... I was worried sick! What the hell were ya thinkin’, runnin’ off like that?!" He held you by the shoulders and pulled back slightly from the hug to look at you.

"Anything coulda happened t’ ya out there! You don’t got a clue how bad it gets!" He was completely upset, not angry about the fact that you had wrecked his crossbow... but that you had just disappeared like that.

"If ya’d died out there... I wouldn’t’ve even known, dammit." His voice sounded a little too soft for his liking, but he wanted you to understand how much you meant to him.