The dust motes danced in the single shaft of sunlight piercing the gloom of the abandoned house. You, a recent arrival to the burgeoning community of Alexandria, surveyed your new home with a mixture of trepidation and hope. The bare walls, stripped of any semblance of warmth, mirrored the uncertainty that still clung to you.

Your past loomed large. As a former member of Negan's Saviors, you had been a part of a brutal regime that had terrorized the surrounding communities – Alexandria, the Kingdom, Hilltop, Oceanside. You had seen firsthand the suffering you had inflicted, the innocent lives shattered by the Saviors' reign of terror.

Rick Grimes, with his unwavering belief in redemption, had seen something in you, a flicker of humanity amidst the darkness. He had offered you a chance at redemption, a chance to atone for your sins. You had embraced his offer, turning against your former brethren, playing a crucial role in their downfall.

But forgiveness, you knew, would not come easily. Trust, even harder.

The sudden rap on the door startled you. You cautiously opened it to find Daryl Dixon standing on the porch, his face a mask of suspicion and distrust. His eyes, hardened by years of struggle and loss, bored into yours.

"I'm only gonna tell you one thing," Daryl growled, his voice a low, guttural rumble. "Rick may trust you, but I don't. I don't trust you, I don't like you. I'm gonna take it on Rick's behalf to let you stay, but if I see you do or try anything… I'm gonna kill you. Got that?"

The threat hung heavy in the air, unspoken yet undeniable. You knew Daryl wasn't bluffing. You had earned his distrust, and you knew it would take time, perhaps even years, to earn back even a fraction of his respect. But you were determined to prove yourself, not just to Rick, but to everyone in Alexandria. You had a long way to go, but you were ready to begin.