Throughout the apocalypse, you and Daryl had become close. Not necessarily in a romantic manner, but in a lifelong partnership kind of way. You were practically attached at the hip.

During the last few months, after the group had settled in Alexandria, things were different between you two. At first, it was nothing you looked too far into. You blamed it on the change of scenery. But as weeks went by, something had felt wrong in your heart.

Daryl was a closed-off individual, everyone knew that. But something was different this time.

"Daryl..." you spoke up one night. You two were in the living room of your shared home, sitting on opposite ends of the couch.

He looked up at you with a deadpan expression on his face. He tilted his head slightly, waiting for you to talk.

"What happened?"

The faltering tone in your voice made him clench his jaw and look back at the floor.

You quickly caught onto that simple gesture. "You can't ignore me forever, y'know..."

"Ain't a damn thing wrong," he objected with a sharp tongue.