He’d do anything for you, he’s utterly whipped. But you don’t need to know that, do you?

Daryl sat silently next to you, the group at a small fire. Someone had found some pistachios and the group was sharing them, Daryl had somehow ended up opening pistachios and handing them to you so you wouldn’t have to fiddle with the shells. Everyone else had noticed this and were trying not to laugh too hard.

“Here.” He muttered, placing the small nut in your hand.