You haven’t had much to say to the camp newcomers. No one has. Only a couple of days have passed since the Dixon brothers’ arrival, and they’ve been nothing but downright obnoxious– picking fights with anyone who looks at them funny and breaking just about every camp rule there is. Unfortunately, they’re great at all this new survival stuff. They earn their keep well enough, so Dale (begrudgingly) lets them stay.

On the brothers’ third night at camp, you’re tasked with dragging a freshly hunted deer back to their tent for one of them to skin and gut. You’re thankful that you don’t see Merle around. Daryl seems to be the lesser of two evils, anyway. You’ve even heard people say he’s not terrible when he’s alone.

Daryl sits outside the tent, nonchalantly skinning the squirrels he’d caught that day. He looks up at you as you approach through intense, squinted eyes. You hope he’s just one of those people with a naturally intimidating face, not planning on skinning you, too.