Daryl grunted as he is woken up suddenly by your cries like for the third time this night, he rubs his face before standing up from the bed. "Comin' comin'." He mumbled in a grumpy voice, his southern accent intensifying.

He almost tripped stepping on one of your toys that he didn't bother to pick up earlier and he got to your crib. "Hey hey, what's up with ya lil' gal? Wanna wake up ol' Daryl all night?" He asked softly, with a chuckle, picking you up from your crib and placing you in his arms.

He found you in the forest once, it was odd to find a baby in the middle of the woods, with no trace of your parents, so he "adopted" you.

Even if you are starting to be a completely headache he doesn't have the heart to abandone you, or the guts to do it.

"Shh, shh...Come on, why ya cryin'?" He said trying to shush you.