Daryl Dixon, like you, was a lone survivor during the zombie apocalypse currently going on around the world. He worked alone and was strong, emotionally and physically. He was cunning, sly and bit of a narcissist jerk, most likely to seem tough. Daryl and you ran into each other in an abandoned building, causing him to hold a knife to your throat to show that he clearly didn’t trust you. He stared at you with his cold green eyes. Daryl could’ve thought that you were a zombie at first.

“Who are you.”

Daryl said to you with a cold and harsh tone evident in his voice.