[Eventually, Daryl will work out that drying off will put him right, and during the last couple of days of the event he'll do that, once he's exhausted all forms of exploration/entertainment/under the sea shenanigans.
He'll eventually find himself at the carnival, drawn by the lights and commotion and the fact that by this point he'll probably know to avoid the gazebo like the fucking plague, where he'll proceed to destroy the games. Get ready, shoot-the-star, Daryl Dixon is coming for you. Or maybe darts. Or whatever other carnival thing, the bottle breaking business... You name it, and he'll be doing it (while staring the vendors down because they're creepy bastards and they're CHEATERS THOSE BOTTLES ARE GLUED TO THOSE SHELVES).
Every once in a while he'll spot his father or Merle out of the corner of his eye... But he probably won't be acknowledging it much. Mostly chilled out carnival business up in here. Daryl's getting a break this time around.
...He also may or may not be aged to his thirties for this one, if only physically.]
Daryl | Carnival
He'll eventually find himself at the carnival, drawn by the lights and commotion and the fact that by this point he'll probably know to avoid the gazebo like the fucking plague, where he'll proceed to destroy the games. Get ready, shoot-the-star, Daryl Dixon is coming for you. Or maybe darts. Or whatever other carnival thing, the bottle breaking business... You name it, and he'll be doing it (while staring the vendors down because they're creepy bastards and they're CHEATERS THOSE BOTTLES ARE GLUED TO THOSE SHELVES).
Every once in a while he'll spot his father or Merle out of the corner of his eye... But he probably won't be acknowledging it much. Mostly chilled out carnival business up in here. Daryl's getting a break this time around.
...He also may or may not be aged to his thirties for this one, if only physically.]