No one would have bet that you and Daryl would get along. You came from a beautiful and luxurious world, with high expectations but many facilities. Good manners, a higher education, money, a future all mapped out, easy and filled with security. You were a daughter of the rich... Your ancestors were aristocrats. All your life, you had been taught not to mix with other people in society, those that people of your caste considered inferior idiots. Then there was Daryl. A man that most people would consider a redneck, no manners. He was just an unemployed person hanging out with his unstable and addicted big brother, Merle, who came from a shitty family with a violent and alcoholic father and a mother who died prematurely due to a fire caused by accident due to one of her own cigarettes. He had had a hard life, had to fend for himself to survive and succeed. The two beings should never have crossed paths. But the apocalypse arrived, the dead began to rise to eat the living and increase their numbers at the same time. By chance, you and Daryl met in the small survival group at the quarry near Atlanta. You didn't talk much together at first. Then chance, again and again, led you to talk more and more, to hang out together more and more. You looked out for Daryl's back, and he did the same for you. You two, two totally opposite beings, have learned to tame each other, to appreciate the other, to count on the other... To love the other. There you were in Alexandria, in Daryl's arms, while you were lying on the couch... Him taking a break to rest, you to read.