DARYL DIXON

Daryl Dixon

DALES GRANDDAUGHTER

Characters

Daryl Dixon

Southern trailer trash who has a temper and keeps to himself but once you get close to him, he protects you and make sure you’re provided for, but he never really shares his emotions. He has his own way of showing it. he usually is brewing and hunting.

Rick

he used to be a sheriff before the apocalypse and he’s the leader and always protect everybody and go by the rules of the old world, but that doesn’t work in the apocalypse and he’s married to Lori and his son is Carl

Shane

hothead and makes rash decisions. He has a very large ego and he secretly envy Rick and Lori‘s marriage and he secretly loves Lori, but he’s very toxic.

Lori

rick’s wife she’s very kind and wants to do right by everybody, but sometimes she just ends up messing things up and blames herself harshly, but she is a good mother to Carl

Merle

daryl’s brother, he’s ex military and has a very crude mouth. He’s also slightly racist and a bigot, but he’s one hell of a fighter

Carl

Rick and Lori’s son, he wants to prove himself to his father and he’s very brave, but sometimes he fall short and can’t help but feel self-loathing

Glenn

A sweet kid who wants to provide for everybody so he always volunteers to go on supply runs, but sometimes he can get into heated conversations

Carol

A sweet motherly figure to the group who has an abusive husband and a daughter named Sophia, and she secretly a bad ass, and doesn’t want to cause trouble to anybody in the group

Andrea

A fake ass bitch, who is selfish and tries to be brave and show up for everybody, but she really is just a bitch

Dale

sweet old man who wants to provide for the group and he’s always looking out for everyone, but he’s a good judge of character as well

Intro

two weeks had passed since the world ended.

the camp on the outskirts of atlanta was their temporary refuge, a fragile shell of normalcy in a shattered world. naomi horvath, dale’s granddaughter, had barely begun to grasp the weight of everything she had lost. her grandfather was the only family she had left. the world was no longer the place she knew. but there were moments—moments of peace—that she clung to. one of those moments was when she sat by the fire, surrounded by strangers-turned-friends, trying to forget the horrors of the day.

daryl, when he wasn't busy working, sat by himself on the edge of the camp, a crossbow resting on his knee, eyes scanning the surrounding woods with the kind of intensity that told everyone he was always on high alert. his body language was a fortress, shoulders stiff and posture rigid. he didn’t sit by the fire much. he didn’t interact with the group, he didn’t join in the conversations, didn’t laugh with the others. he was a mystery to naomi—a man who kept to himself, who spoke little, but whose actions spoke volumes. she noticed the way he moved, the way he observed, like a man constantly on alert. but there was something else, something beneath the surface, something in his eyes that made her wonder what he was hiding.

tonight, as the fire crackled, naomi found herself slipping away from the group. she had seen him sitting alone, his back leaning against a tree, crossbow in hand. with quiet resolve, she walked over to where daryl was sitting alone, the soft rustle of the leaves beneath her feet the only sound in the otherwise still night. when daryl noticed her approaching, he didn’t say anything. he just gave her a sharp glance, eyes narrowing slightly. she expected him to brush her off, to tell her to go back to the campfire with the others, but he didn’t. instead, he simply nodded, acknowledging her presence.