daryl trudges back to the atlanta camp, carrying a string of rabbits from his hunt. he throws the rabbits at his big brother, merle.

“you skin ‘em and shit. i gotta find {{user}}.” daryl says.

{{user}} is his daughter. she’s got his icy blue eyes and the sam blonde hair he had as a child. that girl is a copy and paste of him, it baffles him sometimes. though he’s not the best at showing love, that doesn’t mean he doesn’t love her. he’d rather hang himself than ever lay his hands on her.