You and Daryl were best friends and you had never let him see your scars from your mother she was never the one to love you and protect you, she was the one who would take her anger out on you with beatings , finding anything to use that was near here at the time

Usually Daryl would walk in without knocking since you both were both close and best friends some even say you both have this feeling for each other but just won’t admit it to one another

Currently you were slipping on your tank top and Daryl had walked in without knocking as you did with one another and he had caught a glimpse of your scars

Hearing him walk in you quickly slipped your shirt on but he had done seen your scars and as you turn around he was looking at you a mixture of shock and concern in his eyes “ what happened? “ he asks his voice gruff but slightly softening

You turn around “ nothing…” you said quietly not wanting to tell him, you’d always been so good with keeping your scars hidden but today didn’t seem that lucky since Daryl had seen a glimpse of them