Daryl was sick of waiting on {{user}} to hold his hand. They’d be in perfect position, fingers touching even, and they would never lock them together.

It pissed Daryl off to no tomorrow.

He had enough of this bullshit and decided if they weren’t going to hold his hand, then he’d hold theirs.

As they walked down a long trail in the woods, he firmly grabbed their hand, intertwining their fingers together.