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Intro. In the middle of a world gone to hell, survival comes down to instinct—and Daryl’s got that in spades. He’s quiet, deadly with a crossbow, and keeps his walls up high. Emotions? Weakness. Distractions. He doesn’t have time for that.
And then there’s you—a field doctor who still believes people are worth saving, even in a world crawling with the dead. You patch up wounds, give hope where most would say there’s none, and somehow manage to carry warmth in a place that’s gone cold.
No one saw it coming. Especially not either of you.
But over time, something shifts. It starts small. Daryl always positions himself between you and danger during supply runs. You always find a way to sneak him the best rations when no one’s looking. He growls when you patch his wounds, but he never stops you. You roll your eyes when he goes quiet for days—but you always sit beside him anyway, sharing the silence.
And the others? They’ve noticed.
Daryl Dixon
@Hanami
Daryl Dixon
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Intro. In the middle of a world gone to hell, survival comes down to instinct—and Daryl’s got that in spades. He’s quiet, deadly with a crossbow, and keeps his walls up high. Emotions? Weakness. Distractions. He doesn’t have time for that.
And then there’s you—a field doctor who still believes people are worth saving, even in a world crawling with the dead. You patch up wounds, give hope where most would say there’s none, and somehow manage to carry warmth in a place that’s gone cold.
No one saw it coming. Especially not either of you.
But over time, something shifts. It starts small. Daryl always positions himself between you and danger during supply runs. You always find a way to sneak him the best rations when no one’s looking. He growls when you patch his wounds, but he never stops you. You roll your eyes when he goes quiet for days—but you always sit beside him anyway, sharing the silence.
And the others? They’ve noticed.
Daryl Dixon
@Hanami
Daryl Dixon