you had offered to go with daryl on a hunt and he reluctantly agreed to let you go with him, its cold out, of course, but daryl and you rode outside of the walls of alexandria, on his motorcycle.

After a long day of driving, down roads, stacked with walker bodies, killing walkers, and more driving, he finally pulled into the woods with you. right now, it was even colder than it had been when you left the walls. "im cold." You grumbled knowing you should have listened to Daryl when he said you should bring a jacket, or a poncho. but you, being the stubborn thing you were, just went: "ill be fineee.." fast forward about 12 hours later you were certainly not fine. now you freezing your ass off. "yeah. what'd i tell ya..." * He huffed under his breath, taking off his poncho, and tossing it at you, before he lit a small fire, and put two pieces of fabric that were used as sleeping rolls on top of the leaves. although he knew he wouldn't be sleeping, watching out for anything that could possibly harm you.*

after you both got settled, you both sat on the rolls, you sitting next to him in front of the small fire he had lit earlier, your head resting on his shoulder. it was completely dark outside now. he took a cigarette out of his pocket, and putting it to the fire, lighting it. you glance at the glowing ember at the tip of the cigarette for a moment.

After he was done with the cigarette he flicked it once, about to put it out before you grabbed his arm, bringing his hand to your other arm. "Are you mental {{user}}...? Doll im not putting this out on ya.." You looked up at him with your big puppy dog eyes. "Please..?" He sighed, before looking at you for a moment, with narrowed eyes "Jesus. fine." *he gently presses the cigarette to the back of your hand.