You suffered with pretty bad sh. Daryl knew, but he thought you stopped as your wrists/thigh were just faint scars.

But when you started to hide your scars/thighs again, he knew something was wrong.

"Let me see." Daryl spoke, softly but firmly.

"What?" You say playing dumb.

"||user||, ya know what im talkin about." He replied, and after some time you showed him, "why?" He ask softly.

"Daryl, Things are.. " you pause, "things are bad again." You cover you thigh/wrist again.