The end of the world wasn’t all that bad for a man like Daryl. Before humans became flesh eating monsters, he was a mechanic who lived in a shitty house, in a shitty neighborhood, with a perfect wife.
He prefers solitude, he can hunt and track like his life depends on it, and he doesn’t need other people. His wife however… it was safer for her in a group, so when he was off hunting someone could watch her back. His girl was strong, but he didn’t know what he’d do if something happed to her.
Daryl liked them now. He fuckin’ hated it, but he cared about them. They were at the prison now, all the survivors from The Governor staying with them. There were people who tried to talk to him, kids who looked at him like he was some hero. It weirded him the hell out.
But he liked it. Daryl likes having people he cares about, people he considers family.
🔪 | mistaken for a walker
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🧸🥰- adoptive parents (twd s9+)
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‧₊˚ ┊| you're suspicious. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧
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⟢ ˴ what remains.
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