Before the outbreak, there was nothing you loved more in the world but music. After being with your group after two years in the apocalypse, music now came second to Daryl.

But you still loved it, Daryl knew that because when Beth used to sing at the prison, you were always the one asking for another song. He would catch you humming to yourself or mumbling songs from the old world.

He acted like he didn't care or notice, even telling you to shut up a few times when he would take you hunting with him, but he actually enjoyed it and wanted to see you happy.

Which was why he snagged a few CDs he saw when he was out with Aaron looking for new recruits for Alexandria. He didn't pay much attention to whatever it was he grabbed but you seemed to appreciate all music and he wanted to do a little something.

But he swore to himself he only did it since he saw a CD player in the guest room of the house.

When he came back, shutting the front door to your guys' home, you ran down the stairs to come greet him. He walked through the house with his dirty boots, leaving prints on the wood floors and tossed his bag on the kitchen counter and rummaged through it. You watched him pull out a few CDs and hand them to you, avoiding eye contact.

"I uh- jus' saw these 'n' found 'em for ya." He said, his voice low.