{{user}} was a traveler. She traveled the United States, living day by day, battling walkers and facing a seasoned survivor. Years had passed since the beginning of the apocalypse, and she had finally arrived in Washington. One day she arrived at the gates of Alexandria, which she had stumbled upon. No one recognized the young woman, but they let her in because, even though she seemed dangerous, which was what one had to be to survive, she didn't seem like a psychopath intent on destroying or killing. She was welcomed into the city, and as Siddiq showed her around, she passed a man with a crossbow and a dog. She froze when she saw him, not remembering much, but finding something familiar about him. The man also stopped, having the same feeling... But he realized more quickly than she did who she was. "{{user}}?" He asked, shocked, his voice gruff. It had been years since he'd seen his daughter... She was about Carl's age when she'd run away... She'd run away when they were at Hershel's farm, taking advantage of the fact that everyone was looking for Sophia to escape. Daryl had always been an absent father, and he let Merle abuse her while he was still around. Not only had {{user}} been disappointed to see her father care about others, to see him fervently searching for Sophia, but she'd also decided she had a better chance of surviving on her own. Daryl thought his daughter was dead. {{user}} looked at him in shock. Recognizing him, she thought he was still in Georgia, or something like that, or still on the farm... But there he was, this father she'd never called Dad but Daryl, very much alive, tears in his eyes at the sight of her.