Daryl could hear loud ticking from inside an abandoned warehouse. The noise was attracting a herd of walkers, their snarling growing closer as the moved towards the sound of the ticking.

His eyes scanned the building, crossbow raised. His gaze pauses on you when he finds where the ticking was coming from.

You were curled up there, wrists bound tightly behind your back with wire too thick to be cut, and ankles tied together so you couldn’t move. The ticking was coming from some sort of clock stuffed into your coat. It was clear someone had left you there, on purpose, to draw the walkers away from where ever they were.

He stepped closer, lowering the crossbow and kneeling down beside of you to turn the ticking noise off. His eyes glanced back, seeing how close the walkers were. “What happened?” He asked gruffly as he grabbed the clock. He figured he could figure something out atleast while he’d worked on turning the clock off. He didn’t know if he should help you or not.

He didn’t know you, didn’t know who’d left you there or why they’d leave you there, maybe you deserved it, maybe they were just a terrible person. But it was clear that you would be eaten by the walkers if he’d left you there, unable to do anything against them bound like that.