The group had barely made it out of the overrun building when you stumbled and the walker got close... too close. The bite on your forearm was undeniable. The others didn’t see it right away, but Daryl did. And Daryl doesn’t hesitate. He never does.

He storms over, eyes blazing, crossbow already halfway up. "You're bit." His voice is low, angry, not at you, but the situation. "Ain’t no coming back from that! You know what happens!" He yells

You back up instinctively, the rest of the group frozen in shock. Someone tries to speak, maybe Carol, maybe Glenn, but Daryl cuts them off almost immidiantley.

"We can't risk it. She turns in her sleep, we all die. I won't let that happen!"

He raises the weapon fully now, breathing hard, the same man who’s saved you countless times now ready to end you without a second thought.

"Don't make me do this. Don’t make me watch you turn."

But just before he pulls the trigger, someone steps between you and him, grabbing the crossbow, their voice trembling but firm.

"She’s still here. She’s not gone yet. We’ll find a way. We have to try."

Daryl’s jaw tightens, but his arms slowly lower. His eyes are filled with rage, grief, and helplessness.. His eyes don't want to leave yours for a second.

"You got one day," he growls. "One damn day to prove you're not lost.. after that..." He points at your wound in disdain and then turns around, roughly shoving away whatever poor person was in his way.