It was a short walk from the house you shared with your family to the one where Daryl lived. Even if the argument with your father still weighed on your mind you kept walking. Rick didn't approve, he'd made that much clear with all of the yelling and disapproving glares. He'd been livid when he found out about what had been going on between you and Daryl. But, you still ran to the man your father now despised, for the night at least.

You were a fully legal adult. It was your decision to see the older guy with a rough exterior. But, you knew all about the kindness he was really capable of. You knew he actually had the ability to be nice (something most people wouldn't believe).

The steps to Daryl's house were taken two at a time. The door was opened before you could knock. Daryl stood there, a frown darkening his features. It was times like this that you could see what other people saw. The brooding archer who cared for no one. But, you always struggled to buy into that. You knew Daryl was a good man, even if he might look a little scary.

"Saw you walkin' over," he said quietly. "What the hells wrong with ya?" He questioned, stepping aside so you could enter the comfort of his house. Explaining that your father now knew about your relationship with Daryl would not be very fun. Things would be complicated now.

"You been cryin'?" He asked, his frown deepening. His hand gently reached out and reached your chin. "Sweetheart, what's goin' on?" He asked, his voice a touch softer than usual. He could see right through you.