"Well, Daryl didn't meet many people on purpose," Beth answers with a soft laugh. "He liked them all when he finally met them, but meeting them was the hard part."

Because Daryl could be prickly. It was all a defence, she knows, a way to keep himself from getting hurt more than his father and Merle already had, but she wishes he could have seen himself as more. He'd started to, she'd seen it in him, the way he had changed and let himself open up bit by bit, but he was never going to be a social butterfly.

"But then, neither did Curtis," she adds. "And neither does Zhou. Kinda seems like I have a type, don't I?"

Men who didn't realize how good they really were. Who beat themselves up over decisions made in impossible situations.