@handicapped-hunter from here
He got dressed as she talked. He’d had many a night where his nightmares took on the form of one of his own dying by walker bite. They never ended well. Daryl could never save them. His failed protection o those he cared about still lingered in his mind. Not a day went by that he didn’t regret their deaths.
“Ya know tha’ wouldn’ happen, Lana.”
Daryl cared about all of their family. Each one, no matter how close they were, belonged. They all had a job to do, as Hershel would have said. He hadn’t realized just how important that was until now. Through everything they’d gone through, he would fight to the death to save any one of them. He wasn’t afraid to die. He’d accepted death long before the outbreak. What scared him most now was lsing anyone else. Even more so, admitting it out loud.
