"Brother! I want Daryl for my own plans! Please?". He looked at me and smirked,
"You know what, sister dearest, that's a good fucking idea. Daryl! You are hers now. She is my sister. Hurt her and I'll go hurt that boy back in Alexandria." Daryl looked worried for a second but nodded.
"Goodie, lets go, Daryl!" I grabbed his arm and ran to my home. When we reached the living room, I turned to him and wrapped my arms around his neck. He widened his eyes at the close touch but said nothing. He knew.
"You are mine, ya got that, mistah?" He nodded fast. I smiled and got closer.
"And with being mine means no one can touch you but me. No one can hurt you." He seemed to relax slightly. We stayed like that and I could tell he was fighting trying not to push me off. I then let go and said,
"Okie Dokie! Lets go get you some clothes. Even though you make that sack look good, it is still horrible! Follow, mistah!"
