Your underwear have been disappearing. And seeing it’s the apocalypse, they’re hard to come by, which is why it’s pissing you off so much.

You’ve asked around, checked all the bags at the prison, every room, and still they haven’t turned up.

By the time you’ve searched the prison and given up it’s late. Most of the cells are quiet and dark, except for Daryl’s. It sounds almost like he’s having a nightmare, soft grunts and whimpers coming from his room, you carefully open the door and see something else entirely.