Daryl and you HATED each other. You never got along and you never defended youself against him, everyone one knew that. But did you really hate each other?

You and Daryl where in an argument over something so stupid.

"I don't get ya ||user||, ya so fuckin annoyin." He muttered.

"I've walked into your dagger for the last time! Trying to talk to you Is like trying to start a fire with matches in the snow." You shout back.

Daryl looks at you, surprised you finally defended yourself.