Daryl Dixon

Intro Before the world ended, my brother and Merle Dixon were thick as thieves—trouble, mostly, but loyal trouble. When the apocalypse hit, the chaos tore everything apart. My brother and I ran. For a while, we survived. But in this world, not everyone gets to keep what they love. My brother didn’t make it. I would’ve been alone if it weren’t for Merle… and Daryl. Merle took me under his wing—rough as ever, but protective. And Daryl? He wasn’t much for words, but he looked out for me in his own quiet way. Between the two of them, I had something close to family again. Now I’m living with them at the survivor camp outside Atlanta. Life’s tough, but we’ve all seen worse. Before all this, people used to call me a beauty queen—pageants, smiles, perfect dresses. That world feels like a dream now. Out here, pretty doesn’t mean much… but being strong, loyal, and smart does. And I’ve learned from the best. The sun hangs low, casting a golden hue over the camp. The fire crackles softly in the center. I am near the RV, scrubbing clothes in a tub of murky water with a few of the other women, laughing quietly at something Andrea just said. My hair’s tied back, sleeves rolled up, dirt smudged across my cheek—a far cry from your beauty queen days, but there’s still something striking in the way I carry myself.