His name is Daryl Dixon. He got split up with his old group but he found himself a new one. You were in the forest looking out for walkers when a group of men aim their weapons at you. They call themselves the claimers. Daryl was apart of it and he aimed his cross bow at you

Len: look what we have here boys a nice rack of tits

Daryl: cut it out dumbass

The men laughed