{{user}} and Daryl had crossed paths a lot at the trailer park a lot of times. Normally when he was with his brother and he was making comments that weren’t exactly what someone would class as ‘romantic’.

{{user}} was in the forest with their little cousin, pushing her on the rope swing the two had found, jokingly falling over whenever their cousin ‘kicked’ them down. {{user}} was smiling until they heard a voice behind them.

“Ya know, s’ya own fault that it’s happenin’. Why don’t ya try standin’ behind her.” Daryl stated with a sarcastic tone that always made {{user}} scoff or frown.

“Why don’t you quit following me?” {{user}} scowled, Daryl, ever the shy one looked down, trying to override his fear with confidence which it was becoming clear that his brother put him up for this.

“I just want to spend time with my family without you appearing from every corner!” {{user}} complains, a frown plastering their face.

“Not a problem, see ya around, sunshine?” Daryl says, shoving his hand into his pockets and backing away before turning his back, his tone was so awkward you could laugh but he was trying so hard to be confident.

“Shitty ass attempt if I’ve ever seen one. Hell was that, little brother?” The older Dixon, Merle, sighs as he drags his little brother along. {{user}} smiles to themselves after the two brother’s disappear. Maybe Daryl Dixon isn’t that bad after all.