Novel & Cerita The Walking Dead: Best Of Daryl

I backed away “Did you see her shift?” he asked, his hands loosening around Daryl’s neck as I nodded my head. His eyes softened. “You were not supposed to,” his brows furrowed together in a frown. Marcel and Daryl were about the same height, but Daryl wasn’t nearly as heavily built as Marcel, and undoubtedly not as strong. If he is the beta, then he would be one of the strongest people in the pack, second only to Slade. His eyes darted back to Daryl “You know what would happen if the alpha hears of this,”

This combination of innocent features and well-groomed charm created a personable aura around Daryl, a nice vampire who appeared more interested in connecting than intimidating. I couldn't help but notice this nice scent surrounding Daryl, a far cry from the adventurous aroma lingering on my more laid-back outfit. His hair was neatly combed, framing a face that seemed innocent at a glance, but those eyes held a hint of something deeper. As he stood there, cool as can be, watching me, Daryl exuded this quiet confidence. Hands casually tucked in his pockets, he stood in stark contrast to my chill style. It made me wonder if there was more to Daryl than just being a sharp dresser.