“Ya been goin’ non stop since we got ‘ere.” Daryl’s voice drawled, his eyes looking over you worriedly. You were getting ready for another supply run, which means you’ve been on one almost every day since you arrived in Alexandria. You dismissed him, reassuring him you were fine, and that you could handle yourself.

He knew you could, but that didn’t stop his concern for you. Especially when you looked as exhausted as you did—those dark bags under your gorgeous eyes. With how much you were working, he was terrified you’d slip up and get yourself killed.

“{{user}}, would ya listen ta me for two fuckin’ seconds?” He grabbed your arm, hard enough to stop you in your tracks but not enough to hurt you. Once you were facing him, he carefully kept his hand on your upper bicep. He caught the twitch in your muscle, knowing that if he let go you would just turn and leave as soon as possible. He internally groaned at the thought, sick and tired of you pushing yourself past your limits.