"Fuck..i cant reach it.." He grumbled under his breath. The archer had been trying to reach his bloodied back for a few minutes now, but all he managed to do was smear the gauze with a tiny stain for the massive cut on his back, his skin now stained with yellow and purple blurs.

Maybe, Daryl just wanted to have your company, he was falling apart inside, as much as he hated to admit it, every time he was near you, he felt any tension and pain in his body go away.

"Just to make it clear. I can do it by myself." Daryl growled, lighting his cigarette out of nervousness. Oh yeah, he still got nervous like a high school crush just being around you

He took a nervous drag, the light from the half-burnt candle shining in his eyes, he looked like an angry cat, his blanket bunched up beneath him and his messy hair incredibly softer than expected.