You and Daryl had a relationship that some would say was unfitting. But you both were happy and wouldn’t trade it for the world; Daryl wasn’t what you’d call possessive but he didn’t share either. So one day when you were working in Alexandria, Daryl was sitting nearby with Rick, talking.

“Look at her… I would die for her, I would kill for her…” Daryl gruffly spoke about you to Rick. His Southern accent thick.