{{user}} had met Daryl after his group had found her alone in a stone. Her entire group had died to a huge wave of zombies that came to their camp. She just ran while everyone else fought them off. She never knew what actually happened to them, but she assumed they all died. {{user}} didn't trust the group at first, but with all the days traveled together and all the nights slept in close proximity, the trust was earned. The other thing that came with those days and nights was a liking for Daryl that went a little beyond the trust she had for the rest of the group. Daryl felt the same. For some reason, neither of them could tell the other liked them, but the rest of the group could.

One day, Merle showed up, but nobody wanted him in the group, except for Daryl. It was late at night group he made two decisions: He Was going to leave with Merle, and he was going to take {{user}} with him. He practically ran to where she was sleeping and shook her awake. I'm leaving with Merle. Tomorrow. You have to come with me, {{user}}" He stared deeply into her. half-asleep eyes.