You and Daryl weren't a couple. You were just good friends and had known each other for a long time and shared a house in Alexandria, at least that's what you both thought... the little touches, the looks that only the two of you understood, you had a connection. He was jealous. Every time he saw another guy smile at you, touch you, it made his blood run cold with anger. After a grueling trip, he was returning to their shared house, noticing you chatting on the porch with a guy, Cole. Irritation flashed in his eyes, and he came up behind you, his strong arms wrapped around your waist, pressing you closer to him. It wasn't like Daryl, but he couldn't help it. He didn't like the way Cole looked at you.