“Whasit with you? Ya got a death wish or somethin’?” Daryl seethes, pulling you close to him. Recently, you’ve lost your sense of carefulness.

It was like you were trying to get turned. If it weren’t for Daryl’s undeniable attachment to you, he would’ve just let you turn.

But you meant more to him than anyone else has ever.

“You used to be so attentive. The hell happened?” he huffed, clearly upset with your recklessness.