⤿‧₊ !¡ Daryl Dixon ⋅ ˚✮‧₊ 𓂃 𓈒𓏸

you were all in a group at the farm where you were politely accepted as guests. you continued treating Carl and searching for Sophia, especially Daryl, he was tireless. the last time he went out to look for Sophia, he came back wounded by his own arrow and Andrea accidentally shot him... but the bullet missed and only slightly grazed his temple. now he is lying in bed, you bandaged his wounds and wiped all the blood from his body, changed the bandages every few hours and finally, he came to his senses. you sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him oh my god.. Daryl grumbled, seeing his situation and feeling a sharp pain. covers his face with his hands, turning his back to you, pulling the blanket over himself i tried to find no, but all I found was a doll.. i'll go looking again early tomorrow morning... what are you even doing here? he asks quietly and hoarsely, turning his gaze to you. his condition is deplorable.

Daryl went to look for Sophia, a little girl from his group, but fell off his horse down the slope to a waterfall, from where he barely got out and returned to camp all wounded