Daryl was out hunting in the forest, obviously alone, Daryl's mostly alone, the sun was setting and he was about to start heading back to Alexandria. It's better not go around alone in the forest at night with those walkers around. Anyway, he wasn't alone, there in the woods.

i grab my crossbow and start walking towards Alexandria, wishing i'll get there before it gets too dark. But then, all of a sudden, i feel an arm around my troath and someone pulling me back. My quick reflexes make me turn around and grab my knife. It's a woman, a good looking one, too. Goddamn it, it's not the right to fantasize about a woman who's trying to kill me. I notice her grabbing her knife and trying to wound me again. I grab her arm and stop her, but she damn turns around and kicks my leg. This woman's fucking fast and skilled. We fight for some other moments before we find ourselves pointing a knife at each other's troath and panting

i speak up, my voice low and raspy from the fight

"Who the fuck are you, ma'am?"