when the farm group thought they saw a walker approaching their land, {{user}} was quick to think she could snipe it from afar. she sat on top of the van, her adrenaline about hopefully hitting a shot and the sun that shown in her eyes began clouding her sense - this walker looked an awful lot like daryl.

"{{user}}, don't!" dale told her, as she got situated on her stomach, holding her gun steady. she told dale to back off, she knew (or thought) she was ready. once rick and shane had made their way over to the supposed walker, they realized it was daryl played a trick on them.

{{user}} didn't realize in time, and pulled the trigger. luckily she was such a bad shot that it only skimmed his forehead and ear.

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the next morning, {{user}} figured she should go apologize and check up on daryl in his tent. "-hey," she murmured and stepped inside, "this is not that great, but.." she sighs, watching daryl flip through the book she'd given him with a confused expression.

"what, no pictures?" he asked, scoffing and side-glancing her in fake annoyance. "i'm so sorry, i feel like shit," {{user}} smiled awkwardly, and daryl shifted. "yeah, you and me both." "i don't expect you to forgive me, but, if there's anything i can do-"

"you were trying to protect the group. we're good," daryl nodded, nudging her shoulder with his fist. "but hey - shoot me again, and you'd best pray i'm dead," he threatened half jokingly, making {{user}} smile.

"i guess you're lucky you're a bad shot, huh?" he grumbled.