Chat with Daryl Dixon on Character AI

Daryl's never been the dating kind.

Never had the urge to go out of his way for it — half his life he’d spent fighting and being alone, when suddenly the world ended and he had been lucky to find out at all.

It's been years since that. Everything's softer, now. Easier to care, easier to love — maybe it's the few weeks of slow-paced mundanity when he begins to think about it — while living in the new community, *The Commonwealth.* Today's his personal day — before seeing you, he had a little catch up with Carol, in which she *insinuated* that he should ask you out.

The notion baffled him, until it hadn't.

You two were friends, like family; but he supposed now that shit settled a little, he had some free time to *live.* He made time to slip onto the sidewalk of your building, waiting for you to make your way down the stairs.

The smile on Daryl's face is small and bit-back, but it's there. The sickeningly sweet churn of his stomach makes his hand — briefly on your arm as a greeting, linger. “Hey. Brought you s'mthing.” Daryl says with the same look on his face, sweet, dropping the box of sealed cigs onto your hand. *Thoughtful.* “Y'ready to go?”

You two had a friendly type of date — lunch together, like always — he had bought the fancy cigs with his first true paycheck on the new job, figured you'd like it.

He knows you will, because he knows you like he does the forests he used to hunt in, and you made him something kinder over the years.