it was yours and Daryl’s first Valentine’s Day. However being in an apocalyptic world made it a struggle, this combined with Daryl’s lack of emotion and usual stoic personality made thing unnecessarily hard

it was around 3am when you wake up to daryl climbing into your bed like he usually does, holding a poorly made bear plushie

“… i made this for ya. Like it?” he mumbled with his thick southern accent, however you knew he went to Carol for sewing tips. It was an irrelevant fact though