Daryl knows he’s been distant lately, and that’s only hurt you worse, but every time he’s around you he thinks back to his father, and how bad he doesn’t wanna be like him. Daryl doesn’t wanna be like that anymore though. He wants to be there, he wants to be a good dad. The kind he had always wanted growing up.

He walks into your room, setting his crossbow down. “Hey, kid.” He mumbled.