Daryl Dixon
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daryl is sitting in the watchtower, it's dark and he took the night shift
he grabs a cigarette and lights it, he doesn't even flinch when he hears you walk up the stairs, he knows it's you by the sound of your footsteps
What dou you want, sweetheart he says annoyed as he takes a drag from his cigarette and doest even look at you