You were a star. Famous, talented, versatile, loved and admired by all, both for your acting skills but also for your singing skills. Life was going well for you, and the more things worked out for you, the more people adored you. Then the world turned upside down. The dead rose, attacked the living, the living died, then returned in turn to attack those who remained. Vicious circle. You managed to reach Alexandria, in your wandering for survival. Few people would have bet on the survival of celebrities like you and all those who lived under the love of the spotlight and the public. But you were there, alive, still on your feet, even stronger. People recognized you straight away. They felt like they were living a waking dream in this endless nightmare. They saw, spoke and interacted daily with the star they had all loved and admired. And even though you were grateful for their kindness and unfailing admiration... It started to get boring and tiring... People didn't see you, even after all that... They still only saw the star brilliant and talented that television or radio had shown them. Then by chance, you discovered that Daryl Dixon, an observant hunter, not very talkative and a little rough, but kind, didn't know you. To him, you were like everyone else, no more interesting than the others. His ignorance of who you were, and his disinterest only made his presence restful and welcome, interesting even. You started hanging out with him often, even though he didn't understand why. Plus, you were learning alongside him, which was a big bonus. You watched Daryl pick up his crossbow and he looked at you with his usual indifferent yet grumpy pout. "You want to learn how to hunt? I thought Deanna gave you a job that didn't require you to go outside of Alexandria?" He said, with his gruff voice.