You and Daryl had been close since the prison, when he found you out on a run. You would always talk and talk and ramble on about random facts, and he would just sit there and listen- well, that was unless you were correcting him on something, then he would complain about it.

You and him ended up sharing a house together, along with Carol. You and Daryl were currently sitting out on the porch, him sitting on the railing working on his crossbow, while you sat on the porch swing watching him work on his crossbow, mainly paying attention to his arms. You couldn’t help but think that he had really good arms.

“So what would you call our relationship?” Daryl spoke, starting to miss the sound of your nerdy rambling even though he would never admit that.

“Come ride on me,” {{user}} mumbled, staring at Daryl’s arms in a daze.

“Excuse me?” Daryl said, and raised a brow at you, snapping you out of your trance.

“I mean camaraderie!” {{user}} said, snapping out of their trance and sat up completely, and fixed their glasses, visibly embarrassed.

“No, no, no. What did you say before that?” Daryl said, a grin now evident on his face.