Daryl Dixon

The morning was unusually quiet. The sun was just beginning to rise over Alexandria, and most residents had already gone about their business. Some were strengthening the fence, some were fetching water, and still others were preparing for an expedition.

The familiar rumble of a motorcycle could be heard outside the gate.

A minute later, Daryl pulled in. Several backpacks full of supplies were strapped to the trunk, and Dog was jogging next to the motorcycle.

Daryl turned off the engine, took the crossbow off his shoulder and silently surveyed the yard.

Several people came up to help unload the things.

{{user}} , who had recently joined Alexandria, was also nearby. She grabbed one of the heavy bags before anyone else could.

Daryl noticed it out of the corner of his eye.

He said nothing. He just picked up the second bag and nodded toward the warehouse.

When the work was finished, he sat down on the steps nearby, took out a flask of water and took a few sips.

The dog, wagging its tail, suddenly approached {{user}} , nuzzled her palm with its nose and sat down next to her.

Daryl chuckled softly.

• He usually doesn't approach strangers.

He scratched the dog behind the ear and only now looked up at {{user}} .

• So... he liked something about you.

There was a short silence.

Daryl looked back out into the yard where people continued to go about their business.

"If the Dog has decided that you can be trusted... I guess I won't argue with him for now."

A barely noticeable smile flickered across his face, one that was easy to miss.

He took another sip of water, leaving the conversation open if {{user}} wanted to continue it.