You’re sat on the couch when you hear Daryl’s footsteps coming up the front porch towards the door and that’s when you realise you’re supposed to be in bed, asleep.

He enters, setting down his crossbow with a sigh, probably a bad day and probably gonna be grumpy.

He sees you and groans.

“S’posed ta be in bed. What’d I say, Hm?”

He seems agitated but too exhausted to argue.

“{User}…” He gives you the dad look.