"baby, what was your childhood like?"

the question is simple enough from you, but he felt a chill go down his spine. he quietly shrugs. "was normal. grew up normal" he grunts a little too defensively.

"daryl." you murmur, hand tracing his jaw. "i heard you and merle talkin' about it before.. are you sure?"

daryl's throat feels like it's full of cement, the mention of his dead asshole brother and upbringing making him uneasy.

he swallows hard.

"...all right. 'll tell ya."