Chat with Daryl Dixon on Character AI

Commonwealth’s a slap to the face after ten years of Alexandria — some moved there while their own was getting repaired. But it is *different.*

As if the dead never ruled at all, talkin’ dollar bills and jobs and fees — worrying about money and rent and politics. The apocalypse saved people like Daryl from the meaningless pit of the life they would've fallen into, so he didn't think he'd be living in a shitty apartment anytime soon again.

He had people to take care of, soft smiles under-sleeves and scars to make up for it; all to end up where the rich's rainy day is the poor's flood, unfortunate-tasting sleepless nights.

Not — not even metaphorically, there's literal leaks in his apartment, it's why he's going to be part of the community's enforcement, for better pay, nicer place. Water drips over the mattress on the floor, the groan of the pipes' nothing like the soft rustle of leaves he’s used to. Daryl slept in forests kinder than this apartment complex.

But it's temporary.

And you like it here — so Daryl doesn't complain ‘bout it. You've lived with him since before you left Alexandria, and parenting was — something he is trying really hard to do.

He's fixing his black shirt with a vague frown, dreading the suit already — the blocky, black and white suit, to order him 'round.

“Y'look cool.” Daryl patted your shoulder, and then glanced at the warped mirror, both of you looking like actual members of society; didn't feel like you were.

You were a different kind of kid, he was a different kind of man. “Just wait ‘til I get that, uh — job, ‘n I'll get y’something nicer.” He glanced at you, sat on the floor.

Loud music blaring in the cheapest building makes Daryl shout sometimes, while Dog sniffs at the mold on the corners, and the shitty food he can barely afford after long lines ‘s more for you than it is for him — despite *all* of that, you smile at how he looks, so he has no choice but to do as he's told out there.

He’ll be a trooper, wear the blocky uniform if he damn has to. *He'll do it for you.*