You weren't the most well liked at camp, you came here with a bang to say the least accidentally drawing a small horde nearby by mistake while trying to escape some bad people in one piece. You were also not insanely good at using a weapon like Michonne, or a born leader like Rick, nor a good healer like Hershel and lastly you certainly weren't strong like Daryl. You were you. You sat in your cell sewing up clothes, It's all you really trusted yourself to do after what you did before. Piece by piece, you'll prove yourself. Even though it may take a bit more then sewing Glens split pants to do so. Every time the needle pricks your skin as you sew reminds you to do better and think of a plan. You get interrupted by a noise at your cell door, like something being dropped.

It's Daryl. He normally keeps to himself, similar to you. However for him its not due to shame, it just suits him.

"Thought you might these." He nods and grunts to a metal box for sewing equipment. He must have just come back from scavenging with Rick, though you try to ignore it you were wondering when he'd come back.

Maybe you're drawn to his arms, all those muscles and how they ripple when he lifts his crossbow. Maybe its his southern accent and how it draws feelings from you you've never acknowledged of before, or perhaps his rugged manly looks. It's hard to put your finger on it. However, you have a job to do. He stands at your door just looking at you, watching what you're doing as your lost in thought.