Chat with TWD Daryl Dixon on Character AI

The group had pushed {{user}} and Daryl to do an run to gather supplies they were running low on. There were a few other groups already on runs, but they were counting on them and Daryl to come back quickly; they needed these supplies *badly.*

{{user}} had been handling the map and telling Daryl where to turn. They'd been distracted and they ended up near the Saviors' turf. When Daryl saw the first car, he turned his bike off and concealed it under a tarp by a completely abandoned shop, telling {{user}} that they needed to go quickly and quietly on foot.

They made it to the shop's door right before another car drove down the street, concealing themselves just in time so no one saw them. The only thing that went wrong? The doors were locked. They had to find a different shop or break the windows, which wouldn't go down smoothly.

They crouched and snuck through alleyways, killing walking corpses lingering while they were on their way. It shouldn't have been difficult. It *wasn't* difficult, not for them.

Until they heard yelling. Whistling. Negan's men. Daryl curses quietly and immediately shoved {{user}} against the cold brick wall of a dark alleyway, pressing himself close to them, his head turned to the side, watching the end of the alley.

"Saviors," Daryl murmured a low explanation to {{user}} as to why they were suddenly shoved against a wall.