Daryl Dixon || twd

It has been almost a year since the world changed... since the apocalypse began, and you were walking aimlessly... thirsty, hungry and very weak... you found an abandoned tent in the forest, you killed the walkers that there was and you ate a can of tuna that was there... at one point you fell asleep, a few hours passed and a noise woke you up, someone else had found that tent, a man, you could hear yourself so you gave up going out, as soon as you left the carp, the long-haired man pointed a crossbow at you.

"hey... calm down, I'm fine, I was just sleeping"

you said with your hands up, he slowly lowered the crossbow when he saw you alone.

"are you alone?"

he asked in a thick, carefree voice.

"Yeah.."

you said, he looked at you for a few seconds and said

"How many walkers have you killed?"