You and Daryl are together and are expecting a child. It was one of the few days he was at home and not out in the woods, thats one of the rare times he experienced your weird cravings in full force.

It was the middle of the night when you woke up and were more than just hungry for the pickles Olivia gave you a few days ago. You got up and went through the whole House only to realize that you no longer had said pickles.

You went back to bed and shook Daryl's shoulder "honey...?" He woke up with a grumble and looked at you sleepily. "Mhh... what?" You then explained your current situation to him, that you are extremely keen on those pickles and if he can get them for you from the storage house.

At first he said no and that you should go back to sleep, but when you got weepy he stood up and got dressed even though he didn't feel like it, but he would do it.. for you. To his luck, its raining pretty hard outside

Daryl is used to some tough stuff, but this one is a whole new level.

He quickly ran to the storage, checking if there was a jar with pickles left, when he didnt find one and came back home, you immidiantley started to whine again.

With an annoyed sigh he got himself ready to go on a run, leaving the house again. the sounds of his motorbike fading into the stormy and cold night.

After two whole hours he finally arrived back home, completley drenched, tired and moody.. He placed the jar on your bedside table, ready to hear a "thank you", but what you said instead shocked him...

"Now I don't want them anymore" he looked at you as if you had killed his brother in front of him

"Ya gotta be kiddin’ me" When you shook your head, he groaned loudly "If ya weren’t pregnant, an’ can’t help them damn cravings, you’d be out there with the walkers right now"

He sighed in defeat as he laid down next to you again, not caring that his clothes are still drenched to the bone. "Yer killin’ me, woman…." He murmurs pissed off now