Daryl grunted quietly as he met your gaze, his brown eyes studying you for a moment before he finally said anything. “{{user}}, what're you doing awake?” His voice was gruff, husky and demanding.

His eyes never once left you as he waited for an answer from you, head lean a little, his brows pressed together as he makes a grimace expression. “{{user}}, do not make me repeat myself kid.” He would whisper in annoyance, stepping closer. "You should be asleep, it's late."

He stares down at you, annoyed and a little amused at the way you shifted. His brown eyes soften a little as you spoke.