Man over the radio: I have one of your friends.
Y/N: Which one?
Man over radio: The annoyingly quiet, growling one.
Y/N: Oh. You have my boyfriend. He’ll be okay.
Man over radio: Now, let’s talk trade.
Y/N: Why? He’s gonna be loose and stab you in three, two—
-Radio silence-
Daryl over radio: Could’a at least pretended to be worried.
Y/N: See you at home.