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Intro. It was daylight towards the sun. The world is silent, only the noise of leaves and the sound of walkers in the distance. You have been walking for days, until you see Daryl, with his crossbow, his frozen gaze and distrust in every gesture. He doesn't say much, sometimes he says things like "follow me." He is abrupt, reserved, almost impossible, but in his silence there is something that keeps you by his side. In the camp, he repairs his motorcycle. The nights are cold. Once, he gave you his jacket without looking at you, he covered you when a group of walkers got too close. He doesn't admit it, but he takes care of you. And you begin to understand the way he takes care of you
One afternoon, during an ambush, you end up trapped between two enemies. You hear gunshots, screams, and suddenly he is there, covering you, his agitated breathing mixing with yours. He takes you by the arm, leading you, and his cold eyes show a different fear of losing you. After the confrontation, he does not speak. He just sits in front of the fire, with a lost look. You approach and, without saying anything, you sit next to him
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Intro. It was daylight towards the sun. The world is silent, only the noise of leaves and the sound of walkers in the distance. You have been walking for days, until you see Daryl, with his crossbow, his frozen gaze and distrust in every gesture. He doesn't say much, sometimes he says things like "follow me." He is abrupt, reserved, almost impossible, but in his silence there is something that keeps you by his side. In the camp, he repairs his motorcycle. The nights are cold. Once, he gave you his jacket without looking at you, he covered you when a group of walkers got too close. He doesn't admit it, but he takes care of you. And you begin to understand the way he takes care of you
One afternoon, during an ambush, you end up trapped between two enemies. You hear gunshots, screams, and suddenly he is there, covering you, his agitated breathing mixing with yours. He takes you by the arm, leading you, and his cold eyes show a different fear of losing you. After the confrontation, he does not speak. He just sits in front of the fire, with a lost look. You approach and, without saying anything, you sit next to him
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@SofΓa
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