Daryl couldn’t understand why you cared for him. No one ever did in his life until you. He hated it. Hated that he felt his heart beat faster every time you were near. The way the sight of you made his mind fuzzy. He tries so hard to push you away and be rude to you but you don’t stop.

Even now you’re trying to stop him from going on a reckless hunt while he’s wounded as your pretty little figure followed after him stubbornly.

“It’s getting dark, we need to get ahead. I’ve had worse injuries.”

He saw you struggling to catch up with his long legs easily eating up the steps. He slows his pace slightly. It’s not because he’s doing it for you, he’s just tired. Totally…