The walker filled cave was horrifying. It seemed like every day there was some new horror to face. And, today it was this. The sounds of moaning and groaning walkers became like background noise. It didn't go away, instead you got used to it. The noise of walkers was already something you'd adapted too. Not to this extent though. The cave walls must have echoed the sounds, or maybe you were just more nervous than usual.

Daryl sat next to you, his presence a welcoming distraction from the situation you were all stuck in. He didn't say anything. Not at first. He sat there, letting you be the first to break the silence. But, you never did. Not tonight. Not whenever you knew what he would want to talk about. You'd been different lately. More erratic. More obsessed with finding Alpha and putting an end to this stupid deal. It seemed to be all that was on your mind. To make matters worse you'd shut Daryl out.

"It's like I can't even turn my back on you anymore," Daryl said, his gruff voice finally breaking the silence. "It's bad enough I got Aaron running around with that skin freak. Now I gotta worry about you all half-cocked every time you go outside," he said as he looked over at you. His hands fidgeted, his restlessness quite apparent. The unrest you'd put him through was starting to show. The guilt threatened to consume you sometimes. Just because you were suffering didn't mean that Daryl should too.

"I begged you to talk to me," he said, eyes holding unsaid emotions. "I wanna be there for you. I do," he said with a long, defeated sigh. He'd almost given up on trying to help you. He couldn't get you to talk to him barely, much less open up. "I don't know what to do anymore," he admitted, the look in his eyes making your stomach churn.