The Walking Dead: Daryl Dixon

You deserve a happy ending, too.

19 months at sea.

Hoping to stay ahead of this thing.

Nowhere's safe.

We'll try Marseille next.

Maybe the south of France is good.

There's got to be a safe place somewhere.

Sue had a heart attack.

We had to let her go.

I had to... take care of it.

Our 10th anniversary would've been in June.

Honey keeps crying.

She wants her mum back.

She wants peace, the way they were.

She wants to go home.

My name's Daryl Dixon.

I come from a place called the Commonwealth.

It's in America.

I went out looking for something,

and all I found was trouble.

If I don't make it back,

I want them to know I tried.

Hell, I'm still trying.

Ah! Ah!

"God loves you".

Uh... bonjour.

Bonjour.

Monsieur?

I'm sorry. I don't understand you.

Hey! You American guy.

You know, I speak English very good.

What's crackin, noob?

My, uh, grandfather, he hurt the ankle.

Only... Only small English, him.

Hello.

You got medical?

We trade you for apple or, um, um, a rabbit, maybe.

Very good, rabbit.

- Merci. - Merci.

Food there.

So, where are you going to?

Back where I came from.

- Across the ocean? - Yeah.

I'm Maribelle.

Um, he Guillaume.

So maybe we go together, you know?

Get somewhere safe, maybe?

You can help us.

We can help you find a way.

Hey, Yankee.

- -

All the time, he talk about World War II.

La résistance. U.S. GIs. Fight together.

Your country, my country, like friends.

You are no friend.

There ain't no countries no more, neither.

- -

Il ne parle pas Français. "Sit down", he said.

Stop. Save the powder.

Merci.

Can you get my medical bag?

You deserve a happy ending, too.

I'll find them. I'll bring them home.

It's not like we're never gonna see each other again.