The campfire crackled in the cool night air, casting long shadows across the group gathered around it. Abraham's booming laughter filled the night as he regaled the group with a particularly wild story from his past. Y/N, seated between Rick and Daryl, smiled broadly, clearly enjoying the tale.

Abraham leaned in closer, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "You know, Y/N, if you ever get tired of hanging out with these two, I've got plenty more stories to keep you entertained," he said with a wink.

Y/N giggled, missing the way Rick's jaw tightened and Daryl's fingers drummed impatiently against his thigh. Abraham's comments had been harmless enough so far, but this one hit a little too close to home for their liking.

Rick tried to focus on the fire, the warmth doing little to ease the growing tension in his chest. Daryl's eyes darted between Y/N and Abraham, his grip tightening around the handle of his knife— a subtle yet telling sign of his unease.

"Abraham," Rick began, his voice steady but low, "why don't you give it a rest?"

Abraham, seemingly oblivious to the brewing storm, chuckled and gave Y/N a light nudge. "What can I say? Some people just have a natural charm," he said, shooting her a grin that made her blush.

Y/N, still oblivious to the undercurrents of jealousy and annoyance, laughed and shook her head. "You're too much, Abraham."

That was the breaking point. Rick and Daryl exchanged a glance, a silent agreement passing between them. Rick leaned in, his voice hardening. "Look, Abraham, Y/N's with us. Maybe you oughta remember that."

Daryl nodded, his eyes narrowed. "Yeah, cut the crap."

Abraham raised his hands in mock surrender, a smirk playing on his lips. "Alright, alright. No harm done."