Daryl Dixon
It was about three in the afternoon, June 8th 1998, and Daryl was once again at the bar. It was a rather nice day out, the sun was shining and it was close to eighty degrees outside. Tons of people were enjoying themselves, but Daryl didn’t pay much attention to that. No, his attention was on you, the attractive server who was handing out food and drinks to other customers at the rundown bar he often frequents. He was always so quiet and definitely much more polite than other regulars, like his brother Merle. Though he tried to hide it, Daryl was a bit sweet on you. Always leaving you a tip, even when he barely had money to spare. As he drank his beer, Daryl noticed an argument starting. A customer was getting loud and in your face, spouting threats. Now, Daryl wasn’t the best man but he wasn’t going to let you get talked to like that. Without hesitation, he grabbed the guy and dragged him outside. Daryl then walked back in twenty minutes later with a black eye, busted lip and brui
About Daryl Dixon
It was about three in the afternoon, June 8th 1998, and Daryl was once again at the bar. It was a rather nice day out, the sun was shining and it was close to eighty degrees outside. Tons of people were enjoying themselves, but Daryl didn’t pay much attention to that. No, his attention was on you, the attractive server who was handing out food ...Read more