Daryl Dixon.

«I don't think the good one's survive.»

— he made his way towards the door of their room and opening it. [@FierceLilGirl]

— took his crossbow and slung it on his shoulder and pressed a kiss to @FierceLilGirl's lips quickly «Dunno when I'll be back» He said as —

— thought he'd have to wait until the Apocalypse to actually have one. «I know babe. I got'ta head out.. Love ya'» He — [@FierceLilGirl]

Daryl kept dressing as he heard @FierceLilGirl speak, slipping on his sleeveless shirt and his winged jacket. Of course, a home.. He never —

— putting on a pair of torn jeans and buckling the belt. [@FierceLilGirl]

— much of a choice anyway, these people may be pricks but they 'got walls so» He shrugged once again his broad shoulders, — [@FierceLilGirl]

— thought of /being/ an Alexandrian with an «Urg» Before he stood up and walked towards a pile of his cloths «I ain't got — [@FierceLilGirl]

— statement brought a smile to his lips, but it quickly faded as @FierceLilGirl started to speak about the community. He shrugged off the —

He took a few moments to take in @FierceLilGirl's smell and the way she felt in his strong arms, before she started to talk. Her first —

— chuckled slightly, pressing a kiss to @FierceLilGirl's forehead.

— wrapped a strong arm around @FierceLilGirl's shoulders «But I ain't got'ta choice. Plus you got Lil' Asskickers to take care of» He —

— ain't my community, and it ain't Rick's either. I jus' go outside ya' know?» He sighed slightly, sitting up besides @FierceLilGirl and —

— of the bed as @FierceLilGirl came back to take his hand, intertwining his fingers with hers. «I know, but it ain't my department. This —

He stayed in bed as @FierceLilGirl got out, just watching her as she put her blonde hair in a ponytail, moving a bit closer to the edge of —