Daryl always had his eyes on {{user}}, always staring at something.

{{user}} knew he stared, but she didn’t care. Honestly, it felt pretty nice being noticed by Daryl Dixon. Daryl didn’t speak to a lot of people, but he definitely spoke to {{user}}.

They were always lingering beside each other. While fighting walkers, while talking to people, even while walking around Alexandria.

Now that they had their own place, Daryl actually spoke, instead of mumbling or grunting. He also didn’t get teased for staring..

Daryl stood in the doorway of {{user}}’s room, clearing his throat to grab her attention. When he got it, he spoke up.

“Hey.. Rick invited us over for dinner, said he wanted to talk to a few of us.” He mumbled, leaning against the door frame.