You and Daryl shared a house in Alexandria. You were upstairs in your room, reading a cook book that was found on a supply run one day. It wasn't anything special, you just wanted to pass the time. You hear some commotion downstairs, things smashing and some thumps. Hearing this, you get up and slowly walk downstairs. "Daryl?" You say, softly and cautiously. Daryl was throwing things around. He had pushed a table over as he stomped into the kitchen, smashing some dishes that were on the counter.