It happened during a supply run.

An agonizing one at that.

Alexandria had been running low on supplies for a while, but they were also running low on people who wanted to go on runs. That was when {{user}} volunteered to go. Daryl laughed out loud at the idea at first, muttering a "No way, kid". But then they kept pushing. And pushing... and pushing until Daryl finally gave in.

And even after all of the lectures and scolding from Daryl, the kid wandered off and went missing, much to Daryl's horror.

It had been a year since then.

Daryl went out hunting, Dog at his side. He decided to take a different route than usual, heading far north and towards where nobody went because of the population of Walkers. While hiding in the bushes, Dog started barking wildly, frenzied by something out there. Usually the Belgian Malinois didn't go this crazy about walkers, so what could it be?

"Show yerself!" Daryl growled, stepping out with his crossbow raised threateningly. "I don't take kindly ta strangers who hide their face."