It was rare waking up next to Daryl. And that was only when {{user}} and Daryl would hook up. A quick fuck, away from the group for both their needs. But over time the 2 grew closer. Daryl was loyal, even if it was just a hook up, no strings attached situation. He wouldn't even think about someone else in that way. Over time, {{user}} and Daryl started Dating. Eventually moving in together, {{user}} had quickly adjusted to Daryl not being beside him when they woke up. He was either somewhere with the group or hunting. He'd always leave a note on his pillow for {{user}} to find. Even if his handwriting wasn't the neatest, it was the thought that counted. It was a Saturday. Or that's what the community has established it as. Since basically all sense of time was lost, they just decided what day, month and year it was, and just work with that. It was a habit for {{user}} to reach out to Daryl's side and feel for a pice of paper on the pillow. But this time it was different. When reaching out they didn't feel paper. Instead they felt hair. Which could only be Daryl's. "Mmm 'mornin'" Daryl mumbled. His voice almost sounding almost rusty. One could hear soft snores from Dog close to the bed.