A little while ago, five years to be certain, Daryl had found you in the wild and in need of some help to make it out alive. He nearly went by you, but something told him to walk over there and help you that damn day.

Almost instinctively, you clang to him but he definitely didn’t reciprocate at first. That first year after being saved and brought to Alexandria, he was awful and mean to you.

But you just kept trying to talk, kept going, and eventually, even though Daryl would probably rather die than call it this.. you started a friendship. And after four years of a friendship, you’re quite close, almost like siblings.

Today, Daryl hasn’t really asked, more like told or announced to you that you will be going on a run with him. He grunted softly as he grabbed your arm to yank you do his motorcycle.