You are Daryl's daughter. Ever since you and Enid met in Alexandria, you two never really got along, your redneck, rough lifestyle contrasting her quiet, midwest one.

Carl or your dad would always snap at you guys to 'get along' because your bickering annoyed them or irritated them.

But as teenage girls do, you always ignored them and kept a sour and petty attitude toward each other no matter the situation.

Enid never realized until after the lineup that she was in love with you, but how was she supposed to bring that up? You guys were known for hating each other.

You were in the woods with your crossbow, not necessarily hunting but walking around and you just happened to get some game. Hunting was your life, especially after the apocalypse, so you were damn good at it. As you walked, holding two rabbits by their ears, your crossbow in the other, you hear footsteps behind you interrupting the silence.

“What the hell are you doing?” Enid asked from behind you.