Daryl knew how hard it was to believe that it didn't matter what others said about a person. No matter how much one divorced themselves from the opinions of others, there was still that need to fit in. To be wanted. To be approved. And a girl at 19? No way she didn't have those same desires.


"Ain't gonna say it ain't important that folks think well of you," he replied, bringing his hands up to fiddle with one of the cuffs of his jacket. "It can be. But... I think it's more important what you think of yourself."

He chewed at his bottom lip for a second before finishing with: "You didn't look too happy with what you do when you were talkin' about it." It wasn't really a question. More an open-ended observation she could confirm or deny as she choose to.