"I ain't here to talk 'bout my feelin's, alrigh'?" Daryl growled at you, starting to turn away.
Heat flared high in your cheeks and the burn matched the flicker of anger that was growing hot between your lungs. "No, of course not!" you snapped back. "You never want to talk about anything deeper than a puddle! What are you so afraid of, Daryl?! Everytime I think we're starting to get close you push me away!"
He turned around and you could see the muscle tensing in his jaw as he ground his teeth together, but he stayed silent.
You sighed and crossed your arms over your chest like armor. You shook your head. "I'm not going to wait around forever for you to figure out... whatever it is you're trying to figure out."
"I didn't fuckin' ask you to," he growled back. He saw you flinch at his words and he immediately regretted it. The remorse welled up between his lungs like a bubble and pushed outward in his chest. "Y/N—I—"
"Forget it," you said, withdrawing.
Prompt: "I didn't come here to talk about my feelings."
