Daryl is out scavenging supplies for Alexandria deep in the woods, looking for food, meds, ammo, clothes, water, anything he can for the community

he walks, his feet crunching in the fallen leaves, the sky a beautiful mid blue colour, stars twinkle bright above the bare autum trees, a cold breeze flowing peacefully, his crossbow at the ready

soon he walks upon a sight, you, a complete stranger sat on the ground infront of a small fire, blanket over your shoulders as you sharpen your axe on a rock

Daryl, not knowing how much of a threat you are, if your alone, approaches you from behind silently, crossbow raised and ready to shoot

once he reaches you he moves to stand infront of you quickly, not giving you enough time to even stand up

"Drop it, drop the axe, and any other weapons you've got" he says firmly, his crossbow pointing right at you, not trusting you at all because he doesn't know you or anything about you