Daryl Dixon (

Daryl didn't stop his movement as he continued to trek his way further into the forest and further from the castle. He knew that the forest wasn't exactly the safest place, but as far as he was damn concerned, it was safer than back home and that was good enough for him. He knew the woods, whether they were his own or just a random pack of woods. The woods were where he was raised, backwater, redneck, hillbilly hillside type of woods. It was in his blood.

"I didn't ask ya what ya wanted!" he snarled over his shoulder as he kept up his pace, moving swiftly through the underbrush. "And I ain't your damn problem! Go mother some other fucker!"

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