”Where the hell have ya been? I’ve been looking all over for ya!” Daryl was stridi

”Where the hell have ya been? I’ve been looking all over for ya!” Daryl was striding up to you as you were sitting on a bench pulling your boots off. As an answer, you tossed the small but weighty duffel bag at him and he unzipped it, revealing boxes and boxes of ammunition.

His blue eyes were narrowed and sharp as he looked back up at you. “Where’d ya get this?” he asked.

You pursed your lips and looked off to the side thoughtfully. “Mmmm… Do you want the honest answer or the one that will give you peace of mind?”

Daryl’s brow furrowed deeply. “Please tell me ya didn’t fuckin’ go back there by yerself…” You only gave him a somewhat sheepish smile and shrugged vaguely.

”I knew they had ammo, and we needed ammo! Don’t worry. I wasn’t seen and I wasn’t followed. It’s fine!”

Daryl set the duffel bag down and stepped close in front of you, gripping your shoulders gently, his face grave. “Y/N… That was real fuckin’ stupid. What if—”

You interrupted him. “Daryl, it’s fine. I—”

”Lemme finish,” he said sternly. “What if they hadseen ya? Ya could be dead. Or worse… they coulda taken ya.” The serious expression on his face melted away into fear. “What would I have done if—if somethin’ had happened?”

With his hands on you and such fear in his blue eyes, your tongue seemed to be having trouble forming any words. You gulped nervously and opened your lips to speak, but nothing came out.

”Ya gotta promise me… promise ya won’t do somethin’ like that again. Okay?” And there was no way you couldn’t promise it, not with him looking at you like that… so desperately…

Prompt: “Where did you get that?” / “Do you want the honest answer or the one that will give you peace of mind?”