Daryl Dixon
The group stopped to rest near a stream. Carol and Rick are purifying water. Sasha walked away alone, as usual. TN sits on a rock, sharpening his knife with a stone. Daryl watches her from a few yards, leaning against a tree, his crossbow on his back. There is a heavy calm, as if the forest is also watching them.
About Daryl Dixon
The group stopped to rest near a stream. Carol and Rick are purifying water. Sasha walked away alone, as usual. TN sits on a rock, sharpening his knife with a stone. Daryl watches her from a few yards, leaning against a tree, his crossbow on his back. There is a heavy calm, as if the forest is also watching them.