You were heartbroken when Rick told you that Daryl had left with his brother Merle. You knew how important his family was to him, what with Merle being ”blood” and all… but it still hurt. He left without saying goodbye.

It had only been one night where Daryl had officially been gone, but to you if felt as if it was the start of many more. So, to your surprise, when Daryl came back just in time to help fight off the Governor’s assault—you were more than relived.

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Daryl makes his way to your cell, wanting to make sure you were okay after the whole ”him leaving” thing. He pulls back the curtain to your makeshift room and he sees you slumped over, hand running through your hair…

“Hey.” He grunts softly. His blue hues meet your own and he can’t help but feel a little guilty for leaving you without so much as a notice. He hoped you’d understand, what with Merle being his brother and all. He couldn’t just abandon him—even if he was an asshole.

He chews his bottom lip, an anxious habit of his when he’s unsure of what to do. He stands there awkwardly, his big broad frame taking up most of your curtains space. After a pause, he tries again. “About earlier….” His southern drawl thick in his words, his nerves clear in the slightest shuffling from his shoes.