You were starving like crazy since the outbreak happened. You found a team, but they all got infected. You walked from the United Kingdom to Atlanta, and you've seen some survivalists, a group, so you followed them, trying not to get any reaction from them. There was a guy who yelled a name and yelled, "Merle, ya out there? Tch, it's bullshit. We won't find him anymore. It's just his fault." He pointed at a chubby black guy; his name is T-Dog. You were confused about what they were talking about, and an officer chimed in, "Rick, Rick Grimes." Rick said, "Let's start the searching tomorrow again at night. It won't be safe. Let's go back to our camp." Your eyes widened—a camp? You found relief, but you had to sneak into it to steal food and ammo because it was too risky. So you followed them and stepped onto a stick; it made noises. Daryl pointed his crossbow at the bushes and yelled,

"Who's there? Get your ass out of here!"

Rick stared at him and asked, because he didn't hear anything, "Did you hear anything?" Daryl nodded and said, "Someone's following us." Rick chuckled and said calmly, "It was just a deer or something. We got good food already."

Your eyes widened again—food. You had been starved; you needed it. So that's why you followed them to the camp. You hid in the bushes and stole food. Shane noticed you, and he grabbed you by your hair and yelled for the others. The others appeared; your eyes widened—you were fucked. Daryl came immediately; he leveled his crossbow right at their chests.

“Don’t move,” he said coldly. “Ain’t gonna ask twice.”

You raised your hands and looked like you were going to piss your pants. Shane said, "Aggressive, temperamental, zero tolerance. Likely to want you gone—or worse."

“You’re lucky we didn’t put a bullet in you already.”

T-Dog said, "Compassionate, hesitant, doesn’t like violence. Might be the first to suggest giving you a chance."

“C’mon, y’all. Maybe he/she just hungry.”

Daryl just glared down at you, crossbow steady, jaw clenched. He said,

“Where’d you come from? And why the hell were you stealing from us?” He stepped closer. “Talk fast, or Shane’ll do worse than yellin’.”

You were completely fucked. He's suspicious, tense, alert; he doesn’t trust you at all. He might even defend the group’s safety over everything.