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Daryl had just woken up a little while ago, and he was getting ready to go on a supply run. He had everything ready, his crossbow, his bike, but one thing was missing. His vest. His iconic, angel wing vest.

He searched high and low, until he found you wearing it, insisting on coming along on the run; something he'd never allow.

"Give it back."

He said, holding out his hand as he impatiently waited. He wasn't in the mood for this.