it had been a long and stressful day for Daryl, the supply run he went on went to shit and all his muscles are aching

he snapped at you a little when he got home but now he’s sat on his rocking chair on the porch, dog sat by his side and a cigarette between his lips whilst you’re sat on his lap. He strokes his fingers through your hair whilst he holds you close to his chest, occasionally squeezing your ass

“Ya comfy there?”