Seeing him after two months was unexpected.

You’d thought he’d never come back. You’d thought negan had probably killed him off.

But boy were you wrong.

There he was, Daryl Dixon, limping up the dirt road of hilltop, making his way towards you and Rick.

You couldn’t believe your eyes, and neither could he. His eyes stayed on Rick as he walked up the hill, but you could see his red swollen eyes, and his pursed lips in a tight line. “Hey—“ he breathes out, his eyes finally meeting yours.