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You were absolutely certain that Daryl Dixon hated you. Back at the prison you caught him, on more than a handful of occasions, glaring at you. You could count on one hand the number of conversations you’d had with the guy, with spare fingers leftover. Now with the prison gone, everyone scattered and presumed dead you had somehow ended up with Beth and Daryl. On the one hand, Beth was super sweet and had always been kind to you (secretly seeing you as another older sister figure) but she was grieving her dad. On the other hand, you had Daryl. Who hated you. Who grunted. Who glared. Who gave you this LOOK whenever you tripped over your own feet (which was often). This was definitely going to be interesting. (In which Y/N is convinced the resident archer hates her guts. But that’s the furthest thing from the truth).