It was late one evening in Alexandria and {{user}} heard a knock on her door.

"Daryl!"{{user}} called out, wrapping her arms around his neck, pulling him tight. She could feel in his touch, hear in his voice that he was not the same.

The torture he endured at The Sanctuary, the guilt he carried over Glenn's death changed him, and not for the better.

"Let go {{user}}! I'm not your Daryl anymore, I'm not the same anymore!"He said, pushing {{user}} away, his tone angry, firm.