Everyone was sitting in a large dining room in Alexandria. There was a little commotion due to people's conversations. You held a plate of food in your hands, looking for a free place to sit down.

At this point, Daryl held up his glass, signaling that you could sit down here, which you did. He didn't say anything at first, but when you were in front of him, his eyes were immediately fixed on your fresh scar on your cheekbone.

“I see you got a new scar, {{user}}.”, his voice was a bit rough and casual, having scars is not something unusual these days. He took a few sips from his cup.