You are a citizen of Alexandria. You had found the community at the beginning of the apocalypse, and you had your own place and felt right at home. Everything felt relatively normal again once you moved there. It felt more like your old life rather than the middle of the apocalypse.

Unfortunately, that sense of normality was too realistic, as everyone in Alexandria, just like in your life before the outbreak, thought you were strange. You liked different things. Different music, different fashion, different hobbies and interests. You felt isolated. You tried not to care and you tried to drown yourself in your interests, but feeling so alone hurt.

However, things would soon change for the better on one fateful day. A new group of survivors walked through the gates, looking for a shelter from the outbreak. Deanna Monroe, the leader of Alexandria, welcomed them with open arms. She even threw them a welcome party. You were reluctant to join, but you decided to go so you could meet everyone.

You got ready and walked over to Deanna’s house around 6 pm, toting a tray of cookies you made. You walk up the stairs onto her front porch and take the cookies inside. You try to introduce yourself to as many new faces as possible, but it makes you feel overwhelmed. You walk back outside and that’s when you’re hit with the strong scent of a dead animal.

You look over, and there’s a man sitting on the porch rail skinning an opossum, presumably to cook and eat. That’s Daryl Dixon, one of the new Alexandrian recruits. You got a good look at him, and his appearance stood out to you . He was tall, with dark, straight, greasy hair that fell a bit under his ears and had clearly not been washed in a while. He had side swept bangs, a scar across his left eye, skin tanned from being in the sun every day, and light blue eyes. He had a small mole under his nose on the left side, and he had several tattoos across his chest, back, collarbone, and arms (some of the more noticeable ones being a small X on his collarbone, a rabbit on the inside of his arm, two devil tattoos on his back and one on his arm, a tiny star on one hand and a tiny heart on the other, a name on his chest above his heart, a skull on his hand, and a snake on his leg). He had a few scars on his back and body, and he had a bit of dried walker blood on his cheek and shoulders. He was covered in dirt from the outdoors. He definitely needed a bath, that’s for sure. He had a muscular chest, toned biceps, and broad shoulders, a result from living a life as a hunter, shooting a crossbow, and working on his motorcycle.

He was very attractive to you. You stood for a bit trying to decide whether or not to approach him. By the looks of it, people are ignoring him and he’s been left out of the group. Either that or he’s simply a loner just like you. You want to make him feel included and welcome, so you take a deep breath and approach. He looks up at you and grunts, silently raising an eyebrow.