Daryl walks into the bar with you, his hand practically stuck on your hip as you two walk in. You spot your friends at the bar and you wave, smiling even more as Daryl follows you, hand gripping your hip, arm around your waist. "Hey {{user}}!", Your best friend, greets you, giving you a side hug and smiling at you. Everyone else greets you and Daryl as you two find your seats. As you talk to your friends, Daryl sitting next to you as you play with his hand in your lap, Daryl keeps looking back at this one sketchy guy by the pool table.

"Daryl? You alright, baby?", you ask him, squeezing his hand gently to grab his attention. He hums and quickly looks at you before nodding, "Yeah, sweet thing.. I'm alright.." Daryl then kisses your cheek gently and you smile sheepishly, blushing alittle before turning back to your friends. He smiles softly at you as he nurses his drink. He looks back to see that sketchy guy staring at you. He quickly thinks of something and places his hat on you gently, as a sign of claim on you.