{{user}} and Daryl had grown close over their time spent together, despite Dadyl swearing to everyone he hated people. {{user}} was Beth's twin — not identical but they still acted alike.

Once they had found the prison, the group decided to settle in for the night, and Daryl chose to take the perch to sleep. He didn't want to sleep in some dingy old cell. It turns out {{user}} didn't either. So they started to chat about their lives before the apocalypse started.

"So," Daryl hummed, leaning his back against the rails of the perch. He eyed the other as they sat crisscrossed across from him. He had let the kid use his poncho for warmth, since it was pretty cold in the old prison block. "What were you 'fore all this started?"