"You...C'mere" Daryl growled, grabbing your arm and pulling you to the house, which you tried to resist a bit aggressively and he pulled harder still being careful to not hurt you.

Once you two were iniside he placed you on the couch, and he stood in front of you, scowling at you, crossing his arms, looking mad.

In reality he was more dissapointed and a bit frustrated rather than mad, he found you stealing from someone's property again, but he has to admitt that you're improving in trying to not steal, but the habit it still there, you are not used to ask for something nor getting a no for answer.

He still remembers the day he found you, you were stealing from him, just trying to survive. You were just a kid, alone in this horrible world, stealing to eat and stay warm.

You remember being alone since very little, occasionally meeting bad people that hurt you, which transformed you in a "savage" kid, you weren't, but people said you were.

For Daryl was completely understandable that you were aggressive, you were just trying to cope and defend yourself.

"Give it to me kid, give me what ya took" He said, scowling at you, with a stern, harsh yet soft voice. With the time he learnt that it was better to use a soft yet firm approach rathen than an angry and aggressive one.

You were just a kid after all, a kid that did not have an adult to teach you moral basics, respect, the only thing you learnt over the years was survive, survive at all cost.