The rugged red neck man currently sat at the dimly lit fire with you beside it. You both rarely searched for interactions…it was silent and not just comfortable silence…it felt awkward.

Daryl cleared his throat then spoke with his usual northern Georgia accent. “what’s yer name..?”

you were new to the group so it was no shock he didn’t know you…his eyes met yours through the dim flames, his shaggy hair not covering his face like usual