Don't mind me... just ranting about my life since no one really bothers with talking to me. Ya'know letting it go, living life on the edge here. I may give advice if I feel like it. I won't if I don't. Read it if you want, you don't have to since no one's forcing you. WARNING: BE PREPARED FOR CRINGE-WORTHY DRAWINGS AS...
"No feelings," you say. "You mustn't have feelings" His ice cold blue eyes, his signature crossbow and his bike. You fear the living and the dead. Especially after you've been captured by dirty, dirty people. Daryl's saved your ass twice already. You need him. One. More. Time. ((Completed and is soon to be edited))