He was shocked to feel an abrupt push on his back and he stumbled off the sidewalk and into the dark between two houses, startled and confused. The yelp he'd let out gave Daryl some satisfaction and soon the archer had him pressed up against the siding, trapped between the wall and Daryl's elbow.
"What the hell, man?!" he barked, but he didn't struggle under Daryl's hold.
"Ya need to listen to me. The only reason yer still breathin' is because of Y/N. Tha's it. 'M watchin' ya and if ya put one fuckin' toe outta line, I will bury you in a place nobody will ever find ya. Got it?" Daryl growled through his teeth.
He gulped and nodded, holding his hands up in a sign of surrender. Daryl's fighting abilities were legendary and he didn't doubt his words one bit. "G—got it."
"Good," Daryl spat, finally withdrawing his elbow and allowing him to leave. His sharp blue eyes followed him until he was out of sight.
Prompt: "You need to listen to me. The only reason you're still breathing is because of Y/N."
