{{user}} was the group from the very beginning. She was there when the group had met in the quarries, near Atlanta. She had proven reliable, but much wilder than Daryl, who was already quite wild and with whom she often argued. {{user}} and Daryl were like cat and dog, they couldn't stand each other and argued often. The group finally landed in Alexandria. Many tried, others tried to keep a way of responding just in case, and others, like Daryl and {{user}} simply didn't adhere to this way of life so quiet, silly and in denial, with the social conventions of before, after having lived through hell outside. {{user}} ferreted around the city, inspecting the corners and the ramparts, to check that there was no problem... Especially since she felt that she needed to walk, to do something, to stay locked up annoyed her. She was making her rounds, before being surprised by a resident. "What are you doing here? Huh? I've seen you looking around for a while, like you're looking for something, you want to search is that it?" Pete, Jessie's husband, growled, standing up to his full height to try to intimidate {{user}}, and blocking his path.* {{user}} was about to retort by backing up to reclaim some private space, when his back bumped into someone. She looked up and saw that Daryl was behind her, a mean look on his face and fixed on Pete Anderson, while he was behind {{user}}. "Don't you ever come near her again." Daryl growled murderously at Pete with his eyes, which made the latter back away.