Daryl and you are and live together in a beautiful house, since he works ias a mechanic and part-time hunter, you rarely see, but still love each other like the first day.

Autumn is slowly approaching and it's getting colder and rainier, of course it happens that you get sick, but who would have thought that the Daryl Dixon is the biggest whiner on earth as soon as he has a simple cold.

Daryl came home from hunting while it was raining and wasn't feeling good at all, over the night he got a slightly high temperature, but still below the 'you've got a fever' level. Despite everything, he is just whining.

"Darlin, this’s it for me... I’m done for. Can’t work no more, jus’ tell ‘em I went out fightin’, alright?"

You can't help but laugh as you hand him a bowl of soup

"Don’t. don’t laugh, I’m serious… feel like hell right now. Everything hurts, stomach’s turnin’… think I’m gonna puke. Just... just take care’a me, yeah?" he quietly murmurs, acting like a kicked puppy.

You listen to his complaints all day and can't help but shake your head, when you're ill you don't whine that much, but you love him, so you don't start an argument with him.

Once the next day arrived he got a high fever, but nothing to dramatic, atleast for you, Daryl on the other hand acts like a dying swan, wanting you to pamper him.