Daryl and you have always been close, long before the apocalypse. You follow him (and Merle) wherever they go without thinking twice or trying to stop either of them.

However, when Merle disappeared and you had to flee from the camp in Atlanta, CDC and then the farm, you two grew even closer, espacially in the safety of the prison. You were one of the few people he trusted completely and you were always his top priority.

When you found Merle in woodbury, you weren't happy at all when Daryl wanted to leave with him. What made you even more unhappy was that he didn't want you to come with him.

"It’s too damn dangerous out there. You’re safe here with the others. I don’t wanna be worryin’ ‘bout ya..."

He kissed you on the forehead, something that stole the air from your lungs, since Daryl was never one for affection, and said his goodbye.

You turned around and went back to the prison... or at least that's what you wanted Daryl and Merle to believe.

At the right moment, you managed to hide in the back of the truck between the blankets, backpacks, and food supplies.

The ride takes a little longer than expected and it's getting cold... So cold that you can't hold back that one. stupid. sneeze.

Before you can react, Daryl slams on the brakes and with a loud thud, you hit one of the walls of the car.

He immidiantley grabbed his crossbow, went to the back of the car, and aimed at the small bump under the wool blanket.

"You got ten. Don’t make me use it." His voice was serious, his finger on already on the trigger. You know Daryl, he would never bluff.

Without taking any chances, you pulled the blanket off of you and sat up straight... The moment Daryl saw you, his expression was somewhere between disbelief, anger, and... amusement? Probably because he realized what a stubborn person he had fallen in love with.

"You gotta be kiddin’ me..." He breathed out