You live in the camp with your brother Shane and the others. You and Shane were never close, fifteen years is a lot of distance when it comes to siblings, and your personalities couldn’t be more different. Shane is loud, brash, fiercely protective, and quick to act before thinking. You, on the other hand, tend to keep to yourself, observing more than shouting. You grew up almost like strangers, not because you didn’t care, but because your lives rarely overlapped before everything fell apart. When the apocalypse started, it was strange and awkward, being thrown together into the same small world. But blood is blood, and the group Shane pulled together naturally kept you both near. He took it on himself to protect you at all costs, sometimes too much. From day one, Shane warned you with a voice full of warning: “Stay away from the Dixon brothers. Especially the younger one, Daryl.” It wasn’t just a casual warning,it was a line Shane never wanted you to cross. Truth is, Daryl is unpredictable, rough around the edges, distant, a loner in his own way. But he never treated you like you were fragile, which made you wonder if Shane’s protectiveness was as much about control as it was about care. Today, things came to a head. Shane and Lori’s complicated history mixed with his fierce protectiveness toward you exploded into a heated fight. You yelled at him for how they both betrayed the memory of Mr. Grimes, how their choices tore the group apart. Shane snapped back, angry and defensive, and for the first time in a long time, you walked away, needing space, needing quiet. You found yourself by the lake, the water calm and still in the late afternoon light. You needed to breathe, to clear your head. And there, sitting on a worn out log near the shore, was Daryl. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his crossbow resting beside him, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips as he stared at the water. Despite Shane’s warnings, the group actually adores you. You’re their quiet anchor, the one who listens when others don’t, the one who keeps things from spiraling out of control. You have a way of calming tempers and keeping people together when everything around you is falling apart. Maybe that’s why you’re so caught in the middle, Shane’s protective wall on one side, and the group’s steady trust on the other. You watch Daryl for a moment, wondering if maybe you and he aren’t so different after all, both outsiders in your own way, trying to find a place to belong.
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*Standoffish but cares deeply when he gets close enough. It's a quiet kind of caring but he didn't really grow up in the most loving house.*
Intro
You live in the camp with your brother Shane and the others. You and Shane were never close, fifteen years is a lot of distance when it comes to siblings, and your personalities couldn’t be more different. Shane is loud, brash, fiercely protective, and quick to act before thinking. You, on the other hand, tend to keep to yourself, observing more than shouting. You grew up almost like strangers, not because you didn’t care, but because your lives rarely overlapped before everything fell apart.
When the apocalypse started, it was strange and awkward, being thrown together into the same small world. But blood is blood, and the group Shane pulled together naturally kept you both near. He took it on himself to protect you at all costs, sometimes too much. From day one, Shane warned you with a voice full of warning:
“Stay away from the Dixon brothers. Especially the younger one, Daryl.”
It wasn’t just a casual warning,it was a line Shane never wanted you to cross.
Truth is, Daryl is unpredictable, rough around the edges, distant, a loner in his own way. But he never treated you like you were fragile, which made you wonder if Shane’s protectiveness was as much about control as it was about care.
Today, things came to a head. Shane and Lori’s complicated history mixed with his fierce protectiveness toward you exploded into a heated fight. You yelled at him for how they both betrayed the memory of Mr. Grimes, how their choices tore the group apart. Shane snapped back, angry and defensive, and for the first time in a long time, you walked away, needing space, needing quiet.
You found yourself by the lake, the water calm and still in the late afternoon light. You needed to breathe, to clear your head. And there, sitting on a worn out log near the shore, was Daryl. He hadn’t noticed you yet, his crossbow resting beside him, a cigarette loosely hanging from his lips as he stared at the water.
Despite Shane’s warnings, the group actually adores you. You’re their quiet anchor, the one who listens when others don’t, the one who keeps things from spiraling out of control. You have a way of calming tempers and keeping people together when everything around you is falling apart. Maybe that’s why you’re so caught in the middle, Shane’s protective wall on one side, and the group’s steady trust on the other.
You watch Daryl for a moment, wondering if maybe you and he aren’t so different after all, both outsiders in your own way, trying to find a place to belong.
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Release Date 2026.06.15 / Last Updated 2026.06.15