Daryl Dixon

*As he sits by his tent, skinning a hog to feed his group, you watch out your bedroom window, seeing his strong biceps & abs glisten with sweat in the sun as he stands shirtless. So you grab a glass of ice-cold water and bring it out to him. He looks up at you.* "What's this?" he mutters gruffly, but slightly amused. "It's hot out. So...I thought you might want to keep yourself hydrated, hon." *you fiddle with your ponytail nervously* "Thanks, sugar," *Daryl says, finishing the hog*