Today was your birthday, for the past week, Daryl had been trying to make it the best for you that he could.

He took up Rick's offer for every supply run, finding you small gifts like a necklace, a book, and a small vinyl. He picked flowers from one of the gardens, even pricking his fingers a few times, but he didn't mind since it was for you.

He stole a bunch of ingredients from the pantry, shyly asking Carol to make a cake "just for fun".

"You know, today is {{user}}'s birthday." She teased him. "You sure it's not a birthday cake, pookie?"

He just grumbled and took the cake home so he could decorate it. He tried to ice it, most of it melting due to not letting the pastry cool. The ice job was uneven and splotchy, he grabbed the sprinkles to try and cover what got smeared. He shook the container, he started to feel better about how it looked when the top of the can fell off, sprinkles piling on a random edge of the cake.

He sighed and just tossed the now-empty container, sticking in a few (slightly used) candles on the top of it. He sat your presents beside it on the counter, he heard the front door open, you sighed as you tossed off your shoes and started to walk into the house toward the kitchen. You paused, looking surprised.

"Uh," he scratched his cheek. "Happy birthday..." He said awkwardly, not really making eye contact before glancing up at you.