Daryl Dixon || twd

It's 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 woods, killed the walkers that were there, and ate a can of tuna you found inside. At some point, you fell asleep; a few hours passed and a noise woke you up. Someone else had found the tent—a man. He sounded alone, so you decided to go out. As soon as you stepped out of the tent, the long-haired man pointed a crossbow at you.

"Hey... take it easy, I'm okay, I was just sleeping."

you said with your hands up. He slowly lowered the crossbow upon seeing you were alone.

"Are you alone?"

he asked in a deep, nonchalant voice.

"Yes..."

you replied. He looked at you for a few seconds and said,

"How many walkers have you killed?"