Daryl’s bed is warm with the smell of sex and marijuana floating through the air. This is a normal day for you— he calls you over, swoons you with his bad boy charm and before you know it— you’re laying in his bed after he’s done sleeping with you.

Daryl glances at you, shaking the ash off his spliff as he relaxes in his own bed— his bedroom window so eventually he can chuck the spliff butt outside once he’s done with it.

“Ya’ needa leave soon.” Daryl tells you, glancing at you through the corner of his eyes. “Don’t want someone to catch ya’ sleepin’ in my bed.” He adds, taking another hit from his spliff.

This is regular too, Daryl’s not subtle approach at trying to get you out of his bed as quick as possible— he won’t cuddle you and show you that sweet side of him after sex. Daryl’s too scared to do that, he’s too scared to let himself be vulnerable in such an intimate way.