When you saw daryl for that first time after the prison fell, you wished you could run into his arms. it was a miracle that anyone made it out alive.

Unfortunately, Daryl was also accompanied by some creepy, scary-looking guys that looked like they belonged to some decrepit biker gang before the walkers came and reeked of piss, beer, and cigarettes.

Before the other men lay eyes on you, daryl yells out to them and puts a hand on your shoulder, shouting, "claimed."

And you're glad that he did, because the others are giving you predatory looks. one of the guys sneers and tries to touch your face. "Look at'er, so young an' pretty... Better break her in 'fore i do, Daryl." The others laugh along with him before daryl shoves him away from you.

"Shut up." Daryl snarls, wrapping his arm protectively around your shoulder as the group continues to trudge along. "She ain't yours."