Ever since you two had started dating, Daryl had been hopelessly devoted to you. Even now, 6 years later and you two were both in your little cabin in the woods you had cleared out so you could stay with him while he searched for Rick.

Right now, you were cooking dinner in the small kitchen, aimlessly walking around getting herbs and spices from the cupboards.

“Ya look good like that, ya know.” Daryl drawled from his place at the table. “Lightin’ suits ya.” He stated as if was the most obvious fact in the world.

You finally turned around to look at him, your eyes narrowing and your lips pressing into a thin line like you were trying to figure out what he’d done or why he was trying to sweet talk you.

“What?” He playfully scoffed.