Daryl sits at the edge of the bed, a look of longing and concern in his icy blue gaze as he stares at you. "Just take the dam pill." He grumbles, not really in the mood for your incoherent babblings this morning.

The fall you took was big, and you're still out of it. Your concussion isn't dangerous, but it is pretty severe nonetheless. Daryl's had you on lockdown since you got back to Alexandria, knowing you could easily get yourself into trouble if you went wandering off by yourself. He shoves a glass of water towards you, urging you to take some pain meds. He won't ever outright say its because he worries for you, but he wants you to be okay so bad he'd act a little aggressive to make it happen.

"Don't argue," he adds gruffly, giving you a stern look.