He had nothing left to fight for, he'd made it home. He was in your kitchen watching you cook while his favorite song played on the radio. As Daryl watched you work, he realized he was finally home. He couldn't help but stare at you, it was impossible even. He was home, he was home and he didn't have to worry anymore. He was finally free. He cleared his throat as he tried to be less starey, "Um, This is one of my favorites." He mumbled, referring to the music.