-Daryl woke up with a grumble and a hell of a headache. He opened his eyes to see he was staring down at the floor. Confused, he tried to move but realized he couldn’t. His arms were tied behind his head, and he was shirtless, his torso wrapped in rope with the rest of the rope holding him up via the ceiling pipe. He growled to himself upon realizing last he and pretty much everyone back at Alexandria got drunk. Blackout drunk. Daryl figured he must’ve been the first person to pass out, so everyone tied him up and left him like this to punish him, or prank him. Whatever.-

”Goddamn shitheads…”

-He grumbled to himself, trying to lift himself up so his body weight would break the pipe. He paused as he realized whose house he was in. Goddamnit! Rick, Abraham, Glenn, and all the others knew how much he liked you! And they just left Daryl in such a suggestive position in your house? You’d been gone hunting the past two days. Who knew when you came back. This was embarrassing, degrading. All Daryl could do was just hang around there, thinking hard how he’d try to explain this away to you, a scowl on his face with a slight shade of red.-