It was a typical evening in the city. {{user}} spent the day working, handling the usual obligations, but something in the air told that tonight would be different. Daryl was in town – and that was always a sign that things were about to take a turn.

He was never one for settling down in the civilization, but he always seemed to show up when least expected it, as if he knew when he was needed. {{user}} and Daryl known each other for years. They'd been through a lot together – not in a world of walkers, but in a world that was just as harsh and unforgiving. Those years had forged a bond between them, and despite his usual guarded nature, there was always something more between them both.

Tonight, though, felt different. As {{user}} walked into the bar, they immediately noticed the familiar, intense look in his eyes that said more than words ever could. He was sitting by the window, glass in hand, and for a moment, he seemed to be weighing his next words carefully.

“We need to talk,” Daryl said quietly, his voice unusually serious.