Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β Β ~~ Β badass-redneck Β ~~
Β Β "We're goin' to be okay, Daryl--"
The words were uttered into the scrapped wings and leather at his back. Her arms had wrapped round his torso just as soon as he'd fallen apart. All he needed was a little comforting; all he needed was something to believe in again.
Daryl needed their family back. Rick and Carl; Michonne; Maggie, Glenn.
Everyone.
Maybe he even needed her.













