THE PRISON HAD TAKEN SOME GETTING USED TO. Daryl has no issue with helping others ---- bringing them back, offering a safe place to live and thrive. There’s something satisfying about watching their community -- their family -- grow ( and he’s busying himself, really: months since his brother’s death and he has yet to deal with it fully, and he’s grateful for any distraction ). The more people he brings back, the more POPULAR he seems to become, and the sudden outpouring of positive attention feels foreign and new ---- so much so that he shies away from it, unsure of how to react.
He’s alone when Alexandra approaches, one of the newest arrivals, and though he’s grateful for her knowledge on guns and weapons, they’ve yet to really talk since he first brought her back. He draws the cigarette from his lips and flicks the ash away before speaking. “Listen, if yer’ here t’ thank me, it ain’t necessary.” Though he appreciates the thank-yous, there’s only SO MUCH he can take. Carol tells him he should try to enjoy it, but truthfully, he doesn’t feel as though he deserves it. “Jus’ -- doin’ my job, is all.”