"A mechanic? A firefighter? A plummer? Cmon- just tell me!"

you had been trying to get Daryl to tell you his Job- before the outbreak- all day, and your attempts were clearly fruitless. You two were standing guard in Alexandria, on lookout duty for any walkers that might happen to find their way inside. Daryl shakes his head at your guesses, amused. He shifts a little, his grip on his gun loosening as his eyes glanced up to the white stars freckled across the skies face. "what about you, huh? Do anything before the world went to shit?" he grunted