I will never forget the day I met Daryl Dixon.
I reached my hand out for him.
"I'm Underwood, Holly Underwood."
He does nothing.
I pursed my lips in frustration. This kid is difficult.
Finally, he slowly takes my hand in his, and does a slow shake.
He mumbled something, still not making eye contact.
"You don' have a last name?"
"Dixon. Daryl Dixon."
(Pre-Apocalypse love story)