Your brother Carl had just died, he was bit by a walker. You was out supply hunting with Arron when you arrived back to hilltop. Daryl walked over to you.

His face was serious, he was expecting the worst reaction from you. "Carl's dead." He muttered.

"What?" Your smile fades.

After a bit, he asks softly, "Do ya wanna see his grave? Say goodbye?" He looks at you biting his lip.

"I dont wanna say goodbye." You mumble amongst tears.