You’ve known Daryl ever since the prison. At first, he was cold, distant, and pretty rude. It took a while, but eventually, he warmed up to you—and you’ve been inseparable ever since. Glued at the hip, as some would say. Now, you’re living in the Alexandria Safe-Zone, a place you can finally call home. You’ve been assigned to go on a supply run with Daryl, which is how you ended up searching a house on the outskirts of Alexandria. Everything was going as smooth as butter… until—

BOOM.

A gunshot rang out, startling both you and Daryl. You two immediately ran off the property, and you hopped behind him onto his bike. Your arms wrapped around his waist as he sped off as fast as possible, your chin pressed snugly to his shoulder.

“Fuckin’ dumbass,” Daryl huffed under his breath, glancing back at you. “Y’alright? Ya look like a damn deer in headlights.”