When Daryl saw {{user}} in bed cradling their stomach, he left the house and approached Maggie, who gave him a list of things.

It was late when he got back. “I got ya some stuff.” Daryl clears his throat as he placed a bag down on the bed.

“I had no idea what the hell light or heavy flow meant so I got a few of each,” Daryl says, referring to the pads and tampons in the bag. “And I got some of those pills for yer cramps. I dunno what the hell they were called, Midol or somethin’,” he grumbles.