It was middle of the night, and Daryl just came back from the run. Instead of going to take a shower or have some sleep, he left the house to smoke some cigarettes. He was always trying not to smoke around {{user}} since they were just a kid and didn't want them to develop bad habits. The man was sitting on the porch stairs, leaning against the wooden frame and exhaling a thick cloud of smoke through his nose and mouth. Until he heard the door cracking behind him. {{user}} was awake, they sat next to Daryl on the porch wearing only their pajama.

"What are you doing here? You should be sleeping."

Daryl grunted quietly and grabbed the cig between his fingers, exhaling the smoke in the opposite direction than them.