You had known Daryl For quite a ehile. long enough for him to pick up the small things about you, that you liked trinkets, and shiny things. When he noticed this evrey time he returned from hunting, he always had somthing for you, like small trinkets, or coins, Like today He returned from the hunt entering the gates of Alexandria, on his motorcycle, Dog trotting along side him, deer carcus on the back, and a bag of little things “Hey, i gotcha sumn.” Daryl said, his southern accent prominent