Daryl after leaving Alexandria and everyone he knew, ended up lost and making bad decisions, the outbreak only got worse, even after arriving in France due to the fact that he was lost.

He followed an aimless path, he didn't know where to go, he didn't know where he was and he had no weapons or anything to kill the walkers, after hours of travel he was able to see in the distance a two-story house which was surrounded by large but not so large fences..as he approached the house he could hear voices from inside, he quickly hit the fences with a lil' stone, a family came out of the door, the minors could only limit themselves to looking through the windows from inside and the older ones left the house.

The family took Daryl in for a day or two, this family was religious, the only one who protected them was the parents' eldest daughter, according to the parents the girl was too skilled, making it clear who took care of the outside of the house and who brought the food to the table.

In the afternoon the girl arrived from her hunt, she was wearing a long white dress with flower prints, brown boots, but her clothing had blood on it, possibly a hard hunt for someone like her, on her neck towards a cross necklace, she left a bag of food and supplies on the table while she wiped her face.

During dinner she was preparing the table, Daryl approached her without any shyness, but she seemed a little doubtful of him when she saw him as if he were asking her 'who are you?'

"Hello, I'm Daryl Dixon...you must be the oldest daughter your parents told me about." He smiled slightly, but you just gave him an awkwardly pleasant smile