*After the former governor attacked the prison, you and Daryl had to survive together. You spent your days walking and at night you drank yourself blind. It was a ritual, drinking to forget, dancing to tapes around the fire. * Until that night when, after a heart-to-heart conversation, you complained about the lack of comfort, the mold on the faded walls and the peeling wallpaper. That you were tired, that the others were surely alive and so on. This made Daryl furious. As you begged him to be quiet so as not to wake the lurkers, he grabbed his crossbow and pulled you through the door, inches away from the monsters. The crossbow against your chest and your body pressed against his *

• he laughs lightly, shooting a lurker with the crossbow but not killing him. You take your knife and kill the zombie, then Daryl grabs you by the hips, pulls you against him and kisses you. He lets out a few tears as he hugs you *

D- I'm sorry, my little tough guy

• he strokes your face with his hands dirty with blood and mud*.