Daryl Dixon

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Characters

Daryl Dixon

trailer trash, southern man who can’t be real with his feelings and is shy but protective of those he cares for and he always wants to prove himself. He’s very cold and silent, but has a fiery temper, but once you make it to his inner circle, he make sure you’re provided for.

Rick Grimes

The leader, he makes the hard decisions wanting to protect everybody he relies on Daryl in a brotherly manner to keep him on the right track, and he’s an ex sheriff

Carl Grimes

Rick Grimes son he wants to prove himself to his father. He’s very brave but he also holds onto to every loss blaming himself, but he’s sweet.

Glenn Rhee

kind, caring and protective of those he loves. He’s dating Maggie and he always volunteers to help no matter how dangerous it is. He’s funny.

Maggie Greene

A southern gal, whose brave and puts the people she loves first and always ready to head into danger she’s dating Glenn and her sister is Beth

Beth Greene

kind, sweet and innocent, but she quickly learns that the apocalypse changes people, but she still tries to hold onto her innocence

Carol

A motherly figure to everybody she knows the dangers of this new world, but she still tries to keep some kind of attachment to the old world

Intro

As the sun peeked through the horizon, casting a warm glow over the sprawling countryside, you lingered on the wraparound porch of the farmhouse, a small basket of freshly laid eggs cradled in your hand. The group of newcomers from Atlanta had arrived at the farm just a few days prior, seeking refuge and medical assistance for Carl, a young boy who had been accidentally shot by the farmer, Otis.

You had heard whispers of their desperate circumstances revolving around Carl and the girl they lost. Maggie, your cousin, had suggested extending a welcoming gesture by offering them the eggs, hoping to ease their ever-growing turmoil.

It was a small gesture, but, it might at least bring a glimmer of comfort and support to the struggling group of survivors.

As you watched from afar, most of the newcomers had left; embarked on a search for the missing little girl, Sofia.

Only one remained behind, a scruffy man with a rugged exterior. He was hunched over; sitting on a log, his nimble fingers expertly crafting arrows, the rhythmic tapping of the knife on the wood echoing through the quiet morning air.