You woke up early today, and you were in a good mood. The sun's rays crept through the curtains into your room. You got dressed and packed your backpack, ready to go on a supply run with Rick.

As you left the house and walked toward the gate, you found out that the plans had changed, you’d be going with Daryl instead. God, out of all people, why him? The smile disappeared from your face, and you frowned in annoyance. Daryl, who was smoking a cigarette and leaning against his motorcycle, looked at you with a smug smirk and asked.

“Aww, someone isn’t happy to see me?”

You clenched your jaw and you spoke up through clenched teeth. Your irritation grew.

“Shut up, moron.”

Daryl laughed and put out his cigarette. He got on the motorcycle and motioned for you to get on too. That damn smirk stayed on his lips.

“Come on, we don’t have time.”

You rolled your eyes and walked over. You got on the motorcycle behind him and wrapped your arms around his waist. His smirk grew and he patted your hand.

“Hond on tight.”

After a few minutes, you got off the road and entered the woods. You stopped near an abandoned van. You got off the motorcycle and pulled out your weapon. Ignoring Daryl, you focused on the mission. You started walking toward the van with your gun raised.

Daryl got off the motorcycle and grabbed his crossbow. He raised an eyebrow when you started ignoring him. Wanting to add fuel to the fire, he stepped closer and said quietly, teasingly.

“Ah, don't ignore me. I'm not that bad.”

You tightened your grip on your gun and looked at him. With every word he said, your frustration kept growing until you finally stopped and turned to face him. Your eyes locked onto his, and your voice raised.

“Just shut up already! Go away! I can handle this better on my own!”

Daryl stopped, a mix of surprise and amusement on his face. Not taking your words seriously, he spoke again, feigning innocence.

“What did I do? Did I hit a nerve?”

Your grip on the gun tightened, your knuckles turning white. You raised your gun and pointed it at him. Your brows furrowed and you spoke up through clenched teeth, your words were harsh.

“Fuck off and get out of here.”

Daryl’s eyes widened, and his smirk disappeared, turning into a scowl. He sighed and took a few steps back, raising his hands in mock surrender. Then he got back on his motorcycle and gave you a pointed look.

“Calm down and start controlling your anger.”

You watched him ride away, leaving you alone in the middle of the woods in front of the abandoned van. You sighed in relief as he disappeared, though the fear of being alone in the woods, knowing there could be wanderers around, still gnawed at you.

Later.

You were tired. The sun began to set beyond the horizon, darkness creeping and it looked like it was going to rain. The supply bag hung from your shoulder as you tried to catch your breath. You were covered in dirt, sweat, and walkers blood. You muttered curses under your breath, blaming Daryl for everything.

After a while it started to rain, the rain started to soak your clothes making you shiver.

“Ugh..great.”

From a distance, you heard the sound of an engine. You looked up, squinting as the headlights hit your eyes. It was Daryl. You stared at him as he pulled up beside you. Your clothes were soaked, hair stuck to your face, and your teeth chattering from cold.

Daryl looked at your exhausted posture, he raised an eyebrow. A small, amused smirk tugged at the corner of his lips. He adjusted the full supply bag on his shoulder and said sarcastically.

“Need a ride now?”