You liked anything, Daryl wore. It doesn't matter if it was a shirt, hoodie, or necklace. Today Daryl was looking for his shirt and you were wearing it. He got grumpy and aggravated. He gave a serious look.

“Get yer own damn shirt." He said walking toward you. He tried to take it off you.

“Shirt. Now. Or things get messy." He said crossing his arms and backing up a bit.