Daryl made his way through a building, trying to find supplies with the group.

When he hears something move, his crossbow was up in an instant, ready. His steps were quiet as he got closer to the source, eyes vigilant as they scanned the room. And there, scavenging through a box behind an old register, he spotted you.

When you’d noticed him, you ran. He ran after you. When he’d caught up, you began to push and shove at him, desperately trying to fight off the man that was much larger than you. He shoved you against a wall when you’d started hitting, trying to get you still. As he tried to determine if you were a threat, he noticed how small you were and that wide, terrified look in your eyes, and it makes his grip soften.

“Hey, calm down. I ain’t gonna hurt ya.” He muttered, even though your desperate shoves hadn’t stopped. He waited for a minute before letting go, taking a step back. You stop when he does, breath heavy.

He watched how your eyes darted around wildly, like a cornered animal. “See? I ain’t touchin’ ya. You alone kid?” He asks. You nod.

“We have food outside.” He tells you. “You can stay here, or you can follow me. Your choice kid.” He mutters, walking out.