I’m a fan of the show but have never read the comics…until today, when I bravely started my apocalyptic journey.
I knew that Daryl was a creation specifically for the TV series and is absent from the books (which are still being written). I also learned at Comic-con that Kirkman has no plans to introduce Daryl into his comics. I sort of understood that; after all, he probably feels the television show should take cues from the books and not the other way around.
But now that I’ve actually delved into them, I’m keenly aware of how intensely I miss Daryl’s presence. Whodda thunk I’d become so attached to a greasy-haired, bow-wielding tracker? But, like many folk, Daryl has become one of my favs–if not “the” fav. (He by far garnered the biggest cheers at the 2013 Comic-con panel. Perhaps a good 79% of that came from me.)
I don’t own one of the “If Daryl dies, we riot” t-shirts, but if I did, I’d wear it. To work. To the gym. To carpool. To bed. Repeat.
If I had to analyze myself, I’d say the reason Daryl appeals to me is because he’s so tough and competent on the exterior–a total badass–but clearly there exists a tender underbelly. One on hand, he rides a motorcycle (a chopper, to boot) into hordes of Walkers, while everyone else scoots over each other like blind moles to scramble into hollowed-out cars or trucks. On the other hand, the man with the deadly pointy arrow sinks down on his haunches and looks kids right in the eyes when he addresses them. He never talks down to children, simultaneously calming and emboldening them.
Bottom line: Daryl is a Jane Austen character in camo drag.
Kirkman probably wishes he’d been literary genius enough to include Daryl in the original comics. But he wasn’t. And maybe he’s too bitter about it to include him now.
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