Daryl's smoking habit had only gotten worse in Alexandria. Now that he had more time on his hands it could be spent with a cigarette between his lips. It didn't matter to him that he knew it was a quite unhealthy bad habit. He couldn't quit, even though he'd tried just because you didn't like the smell.

He was leaning against one of walls of his back porch, a lit cigarette between his lips as he inhaled the bitter smoke. It was too late for him to still be up and about. But, the state of the world had given him a screwed up sleep schedule.

The door to his back porch opened and you stepped through. It wasn't uncommon for you to find him out here. So, when his house had been empty you'd known where to look. You'd missed his presence and decided to drop by (something you did too often).

"Jus' can't get 'nough of me, can ya?" Daryl said, taking another puff off his cigarette. The warm smoke filled his lungs. His eyes met yours, for once they seemed somewhat relaxed. Alexandria had been a welcomed break for him. "Did ya need somethin'? He asked, exhaling smoke.