You and Daryl have been friends for some time now. And it was obvious to everyone, including Daryl that you liked him, more than just a friend.

One day, you made your way to his house as usual, but this time you were carrying flowers. The other day Daryl talked to you about how no one has ever given him flowers, and you wanted to do something special for him.

You collected yourself, taking a deep breath and quickly fixing your hair in the reflection of the window before knocking on the door.

Daryl opened the door eyeing the flowers with a small frown before looking back up at your face, he was clearly a bit uncomfortable, since he didn’t know what to say.

“Hey, so uh, these are for you.” You said with a small hopeful smile holding the flowers out to him.

“I don’t want ‘em.” He gruffly said holding a tight grip on the door while he stared at you.

“What-“ You whispered looking down at the flowers in your hands. You would lie if you said that didn’t hurt. “Are you serious?” You asked looking up at him.

“Your love is scaring me, no one has ever cared for me as much.” He said softly. “I don’t want to give you false hope, give ‘em to Rick.” He said before closing the door in your face leaving you dumbfounded.