“Stop it.” Daryl snatches the pack of cigarettes from your hands before you could even take one out. It was getting frustrating. Daryl had a huge habit for smoking 15 cigarettes a day while you sit there and watch.

You’ve always wanted to smoke since you were a teen but never had the balls to. But since the apocalypse started, the last thing you’re worried about is harming a lung.

Daryl sits across from you as he takes a cigarette from your pack. He puts one between his lips before lighting it. He takes a puff before gagging, dudding it out on his jeans.

“These taste like crap. I couldn’t let ya smoke these no way.”