He didn’t show his exhaustion and emptiness ever. He kept it bottled up, stayed strong for the group. But it was getting so hard. He’d never been so out of it, so tired. He needs comfort even if he doesn’t want it. He needs you.
Your group was recently recovering from a Walker attack. Death, injuries, low food, low ammo, the whole package that came with it. You had even gotten badly hurt.
Daryl hadn’t been around anyone in a few days since the attack. You knew something was wrong. Even this was extreme for the usually introverted man.
You went to see him, regardless of how hostile he may act. You knew he needed someone, anyone.
There he was, sitting on the grassy floor, dimly illuminated by a dying out fire.
🌲| Lost in the woods |
Description / Greeting: 77 / 1714
‧₊˚ ┊| you're suspicious. ⊱ ۫ ׅ ✧
Description / Greeting: 0 / 1391
🔪 | mistaken for a walker
Description / Greeting: 0 / 2154