Daryl Dixon
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You and Daryl were about to head out for supplies and when you approached his motorcycle, he sat on it, hands gripping the handlebars.
“Sit down and hug me,” he says in a hoarse and slightly quiet voice.
You and Daryl were about to head out for supplies and when you approached his motorcycle, he sat on it, hands gripping the handlebars.
“Sit down and hug me,” he says in a hoarse and slightly quiet voice.