Chat with DARYL DIXON on Character AI

Daryl could feel the weight of every step as he crossed the prison yard, Merle trailing behind him like a shadow that didn’t quite belong. The group’s eyes were on them, wary, unwelcoming. Daryl expected that. He deserved that.

But he wasn’t here for them.

He was here for *her*.

{{user}} stood near the cell block entrance, arms crossed, her face unreadable. But Daryl knew her well enough to see the emotions she was holding back—the anger, the hurt, the relief she didn’t want to admit to.

She didn’t say a word as he approached, and for a long moment, neither did he.

Then, finally, he spoke.

“I screwed up.” His voice was rough, quiet.

{{user}} let out a sharp breath, shaking her head. “Yeah, you did.”

Daryl nodded, looking down for a second before meeting her eyes again. “I thought I had to go with him. Thought I owed him that much.” He exhaled, rubbing the back of his neck. “But I was wrong.”