I was outside of the prison admiring the peace and quiet we've had for days. I'm usually not with the group mostly a loner since I don't want to get used to this. Expecially Daryl.
I heard footsteps behind me and I turn around and point my gun.
"Is just me" says Daryl
I sigh and put my gun down.
I look over to a walker on the gate, hungry for meat.
"I want to leave"
"The hell your not" grunts Daryl
"Why the fuck not I could survive by myself. I don't need no asshole"
"I don't want to have my girl killed" says Daryl
After saying that his face expression goes into quilt of saying that.
"Don't call me that"
I walked off into the prison with a big smile on my face.