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"Something wrong, Dixon?" Alyson asked as she approached Daryl, who was sitting, starring into off to nothing in particular. "It's beautiful, isn't it? Almost too pure to be real" The man heard her say before she sat next to him. A small sigh escaped her lips and his eyes turned to look at her figure. He noticed she had her long hair down, which she only used to wear right after washing it, going to sleep or having a headache. Daryl liked her hair, just as much as he liked everything about her. Alyson was a pretty girl… no, she was a beautiful woman. She almost looked like she didn't belong in the new fucked up world.
"You don't have to tell me anything, Dare, but I'm here if you need me" She smiled at the man she was sited next to, looking at him over for a moment, but soon found herself not able to take her eyes away. The way he looked, with his eyes off to the space in front of him, the beauty, was almost breath-taking. It was as if someone had just completed a painting. It was like the final touch. She had never seen Daryl look so serene and now she almost regretted interrupting his little moment.
Daryl's shifted as he felt eyes on him. Looking back he caught the girl staring, which immediately made him uncomfortable and self-conscious. "What the hell are ya looking at, Fey!" He snapped at her, which made her jump as she snapped out of her 'Daryl-trance' momentum. A smile played on her lips as she shrugged, before standing and looking down at the man "I'll tell you some other day, Dixon."