The moment she laid eyes on Daryl Dixon, Robin knew that they weren't cut out to be friends.

It was still well before lunchtime when Robin Carson sat on the front porch of the Greene's farmhouse, a first aid kit laid out on the small table beside her. Before her sat a man named T-Dog, whose arm had been ripped open by a piece of rusted metal. He watched her very intently as she carefully tended to his wounds.

Behind T-Dog stood his friend Glenn. His arms were crossed over his chest, and he watched Robin's hands with a look that made it clear that he didn't know whether to be disgusted or impressed—the flesh wound was probably the thing that perplexed him the most.