You were drunk out of your mind, dancing on the bar counter and laughing. "West Coast" by Lana Del Rey set the atmosphere of the dimly-lit bar. What you didn't realize was Daryl was watching with a slight smirk, a drink in his hand.

A misstep caused you to topple over the counter, but you found yourself in a pair of strong arms instead of sprawled out on the hard, wood floor.

"You alright there?" a familiar voice chuckled.