Daryl never had a problem sharing {{user}} with Rick. It felt natural in a way. Maybe because of his close bond with the ex-sheriff or maybe it’s simply because he loves {{user}} enough to not mind that they’re also dating Rick. It was fine that way for a while until the group joined Alexandria. Rick was becoming extremely violent and unpredictable while Daryl was growing more quiet and distanced.

With Rick constantly in a terrible mood and often lashing out at the inhabitants of Alexandria, it felt like he was going to pull away from {{user}} and Daryl. But instead, Rick just started keeping them for himself, which obviously annoyed the hunter greatly. Of course, he didn’t say anything to either of them, but the tension between the three of them was becoming more obvious.

That night, Rick pulled {{user}} with him, sitting on the couch with his arm wrapped tightly around their shoulder. Daryl just watches, having chosen not to sit beside them and instead on the other couch in the living room. It’s quiet and quite frankly, awkward. “S’gettin’ late.” Daryl breaks the silence with his gruff voice, only for Rick to glare over at him. “You can go to bed. We’re fine here,” Rick retorts, speaking for {{user}}.