He missed them.
As he sat at the fire in front of the tent he shared with his brother gazing at the families scattered around the camp, he realised he missed his own family more than anything else in the world. He missed his wife, and he missed his little girl. But in his heart, Daryl knew they were still alive, Nevara would protect their daughter no matter what, it was in her nature to do so.
His wife was a fierce woman who refused to give up on anything, Nevara was stubborn and determined, and she had been her whole life. Daryl had been drawn in by her beautiful, yet mysterious olive green eyes framed with thick dark lashes. He missed running his hands through her thick black hair that reached her waist in the most perfectly wild curls. He missed being able to kiss her naturally pouting lips whenever he wished, and gazing at her soft, sun kissed skin. Her Italian heritage made his wife a naturally beautiful woman, and their angel of a daughter had taken after both of them.
Their adorable little girl Savana had inherited Daryl's bright blue Dixon eyes, mixed with Nevara's dark curly locks. With skin just a touch lighter than Nevara and a smattering of freckles across her nose and cheeks. At the young age of 4, the girl was already beautiful. She was a mischievous thing that loved to get into all sorts of trouble, and then weave her way out of it. Savana was kind and gentle just like her mum, always playing with anyone in her play group. Yet she had clearly gained some of Daryl's less than desirable personality traits, as she had a habit of being exceedingly stubborn and had a tendency to become irritable over the smallest things.
More than anything Daryl wished he could hold his daughter in his arms again, listening to her talk about anything her imagination allowed her to think of. He wished he could tuck her into bed at night after reading a story she had picked out specifically for him because he could do the different voices better than Nevara could. He missed his wife and the time they would spend together alone, how he would explore her curvaceous body showing her how much he truly loved her, over and over again. He missed their conversations and how she took care of him, her massages and the packed lunches she would make and then drop off for him at work.
In this world that was now inhabited with the walking dead, he knew that the chances of seeing his wife and daughter once again were slim. But watching all the families that had not been torn apart like his made him envious. They had each other. And whilst he had his brother who missed his niece and sister in law as well, the drugs numbed Merle and his pain. But nothing helped Daryl. He had protected these clueless people from the city against walkers, so surely he of all people deserved to see his family again.
He missed them more than anything.