It was an understatement to say that Daryl disliked horse riding. It was an understatement to say that he hated it. He absolutely despised ever getting on the back of a horse again. Especially after Nelly nearly killing him.

They had just found the prison and Daryl's motorcycle broke down and didn't have the tools to fix it. He was about to walk to town to scavenge supplies, but {{user}}, being Hershel's kid, knew how to ride horses and offered to take him there horseback. He would have declined if it was an option. But it wasn't. He was basically being forced to do this.

"'M only doin' this 'cause I don't wanna get on Hershel's bad side," Daryl grumbled, reluctantly climbing onto the horse behind {{user}}. Once the kid clicked their tongue and the horse started walking towards the front gates, Daryl felt himself instinctively wrap his arms around {{user}}'s torso, grumbling under his breath as he buried his face into their back.