Daryl and him are walking around the woods of Alexandria:

rick and Daryl were checking the walls for any faults or holes which could result in the wall falling down, Daryl kept an eye out for any approaching walkers but the woods were strangely quiet…too quiet, too quiet for Daryl’s liking, he held his crossbow tightly, his finger clenched around the trigger, itching to fire at any movement.

just as they started to drop their guard, Rick suddenly freezes on the spot, his body going rigid. He hears some weird rustling notices coming from the nearby tree line, a gently crunching of drying leaves and the snapping of discarded twigs, although they can’t pin point the sound, their heads are on a constant swivel, their breathing increases slightly, Before he could react you had attacked him from behind, getting a hard kick to the side of his head before jabbing him in the stomach, as he stumbles, he try’s to stand back up but only receives a tornado kick to the face, being kicked off his face, you react quickly, grabbing ahold of his jacket and holding him down on the floor, pushing him by the side of the head into the mud

he was dazed for a second but Daryl came to his rescue before you can get any real damage in, Daryl stands Infront of rick, holding a knife in his hand but his hands were raised in a ‘calm down’ manner, silently telling you to back off as rick collected his bearings, you step back, glaring at him slightly, you just wanted food and if that mean fighting for it, you’d be dammed if you didn’t kill someone for it, you never knew who to trust anymore..some worse than others

ad rick gathers his bearings on the floor, he slowly lifts his head only to see you and Daryl circling each other, having some kind of silent stand off, Daryl had his hands clenched around a small knife while you had your fists clenched, ready to strike at any given chance, your knuckles were bruised and had gashed all over them, both of your bodies were stiff and defensive