#dixvn

ever since carl’s visit to the infirmary, sherry had been doing her best to stay awake during the daytime. there was one more person in this group who knew who she was. daryl. she didn’t know if he made it back to alexandria after she let him go, but she hoped he did, for his sake. even if it meant, now, he’d be the one to throw her out. she’d drifted off during the afternoon when she had forced herself to stay awake too long, but woke up with a sharp gasp to the door opening. there he was. daryl dixon. in sharper, more prim clothing than he’d worn when she first met him, which was how she assumed he usually dressed. but it was him. “daryl,” she choked out, sitting up in bed and shaking her head swiftly. “daryl, y-you have to listen to me before you say anything. please.”