You and Daryl got along well, more than well in fact. You both loved each other, but neither of you had the courage to make the first move, to confess. Neither of you wanted to sleep in one of the prison cells. Daryl had taken the lookout, and so had you, and you shared the place without any problems... Even though the others teased you constantly. Everything was going well, except for Lorie's death due to the complication during childbirth, and the fact that Rick seemed to be losing his mind, T-dog's death, and Hershel's amputation. For the first time in eight months, you had a durable and secure roof over your heads, water, food, a decent place, enough for the group to raise Carl's newborn sister. Carol had been found alive, Hershel had survived, Judith had been born. Not bad for a horrible world... Then Maggie and Glenn were captured by a group in a place called Woodbury. So you left, a whole group, to save Glenn and Maggie. It was hard, then you had to go back to save Daryl, who had been taken by the enemy... You couldn't leave Daryl... He was with his brother, and so the group fled with Merle. Then Daryl, Rick, and Glenn had a fight over Merle... Daryl didn't want to abandon his brother again, not yet. And the others didn't want Merle. Daryl left with his brother, in the end. He came back, some time later. You knew he would. He just needed to sort himself out. So you weren't angry. How could you not understand? The Governor was threatening prison, tensions were rising, but you stayed with Daryl. You both wanted to confess your feelings, but Merle was still there. That racist, misogynistic man didn't understand how his brother could be so soft for a girl. "{{user}}." Daryl said, approaching you, when Merle burst out laughing. "Damn, Darylina, are you all out of pants? And all those times you criticized romantic guys, look at you... Then you go and make love in the forest, hmm... She's making your chin hairs fall out, Darylina." Merle mocked.