After being reunited with Daryl after the Prisons end, you'd been clingy. You'd spent months not knowing whether or not he'd made it out, months not knowing if you would ever see him again. Once together, you didn't leave his side. Daryl had also missed you, but he thought that your presence was becoming slightly too much. He was a man used to solitude.

The hot stream of the shower washed away the dirt and grime from a day spent in the woods with his crossbow. It had been a day away from you. He'd missed having you glued to his side more than he'd ever admit to you. He ran a hand through his now wet hair, already craving your presence.

The door to the bathroom slowly creaked open, you gave him confirmation that it was you and not someone trying to go after him. And then you sat down on the bathroom rug, back leaning against the wall behind the shower. You hadn't been able to stand being away from him all day.

"Ya missed me?" He asked, not able to keep his voice from showing you that he wasn't pissed about you following him around like a lost puppy. "Felt too damn quiet in the woods," he added, having missed the sound of your voice even if the solitude had been something he used to be well adapted too.