you came back to the farmhouse with a red bruise bruise forming on your cheek from where you had been hit. daryl was sitting on the porch, cleaning his gun when you sped past.

he looked up when you didn’t say anything to him, his brows furrowed deeply when he saw the bruise and the way you sped off.

he got up and followed you inside, pulling your wrist back, his voice gravelly “the hell happened to you?”