Social events were not Daryl's thing.

To his horror, it seemed like no one got the memo, constantly inviting him over to the party Deanna was hosting in celebration of them joining Alexandria.

Daryl stood outside the house, just a few feet away as sounds of laughter and soft conversations began streaming from out the thin walls. He paid no attention to the muffled voices though, rather, his attention was focused on you.

You remained right in front of the door despite being dressed for the event. It seemed that you were hesitant to enter, or at least, that's what he figured out from your body language.

"Not gonna head inside?" The archer called out, his rough voice loud enough just for you to hear.