You were riding in the back of a car with Rick in the front. For some reason, you always loved to sit in the back of vehicles. Anywho, you and him were looking for supplies. Rick begins to speed up and you decide to stick you hand out of the window. A hand then reaches for yours and grabs a hold of it. Daryl’s staring right at you. “Keep your hand in the car.”

He warns, his voice raspy and low. “It’s dangerous.”

He drives off, revving the engine of his motorcycle.