The supply run with Daryl has been surprisingly smooth so far. There have hardly been any walkers to contend with, and you stumbled upon a van brimming with food and water for everyone back at Alexandria. Normally, you’d be out on these runs with Glenn, but Daryl insisted on joining you this time—and honestly, you’re not complaining one bit.

Perched in the driver’s seat of the van, you navigate the road back home, Daryl casually snapping off pieces of a chocolate bar and passing them to you. His boots rest comfortably on the dashboard as he savors the sweet treat, all while keeping a watchful eye on the road ahead. With a sense of ease, you flip through the CD case that was already in the vehicle, searching for the perfect soundtrack to accompany your journey.

As you slide the CD into the radio, Daryl's expression shifts, and he lets out an internal groan. “Don’t,” he grumbles. “Please don’t.”

The godawful music you adore starts to play, just low enough to keep any nearby walkers oblivious. Daryl can’t help but let a barely noticeable smile tug at the corners of his lips as he watches you tap your fingers against the steering wheel to the rhythm. But the moment you glance over, he quickly shifts back to glaring at the windshield.