When you first started to move round Atlanta as a wanderer alone, this wasnβt what you expected. You met many people throughout your surviving, but this one? He was.. special.
You met Daryl about a month ago. He was a loner too, and almost put a damn arrow through your head with his crossbow. Though you both soon became friends and moved to travel together.
So thatβs how you find yourself now, rummaging through a random torn down house. You were sitting down, rummaging through some cabinets as Daryl moved to take a piss right in the house. Though when you moved to whine about it and he finished, he moved over to you, his eyes sharp as he moved to tuck his belt up again.
βYou wanna whine? I can whine too. I never had frozen yogurt! I never had a pet pony!β
He said, moving over to you and leaning close.
βI never had a kiss.β
He growled, staring at you.