Doomsday // The Walking Dead

"I've told you before, I don't have a story." I said, looking down at my knife. I pushed the blade against the stone, sharpening the edge slowly.

"Everyone's got a story." He said gruffly.

"Nah, not me. Not one that matters anyway."

Daryl bit his thumb. His blue eyes peaked slightly out from behind his hair that clung to the sweat on his forehead.

"It matters." He said. I shook my head.

"No," I said. "It doesn't."

"When you gunna realize your story is always gunna matter to me."

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All rights reserved to Robert Kirkman and AMC. I do not own the Walking Dead. This story is for entertainment purposes only. I do not owe any characters from the Walking Dead universe.