Daryl begrudgingly made his way down the stairs with Andrea on his heel. Day after day they had been training, watched over by the peacekeepers and the higher ups. Too busy making enemies, friends, and allies to resent them. Now it was time to do their final 'test'. Choose a skill and show it off to the very people that will give them a score.

The score meant life or death.

"What are you going to do?" Andrea whispered under her breath glancing at him nervously as they waited their turns to be seen by the higher ups.

"No talking." One of the peace keepers guarding the door said, his voice loud in the hushed silence of the waiting room.

"Probably something with a bow." Daryl replied under his breath after a few minutes of silence. Andrea nodded thinking about what her plan would be, she had gotten good with throwing knives. Maybe she could show that? Before she could ponder it too much the doors were opening and she was being ushered into the room the door slamming shut behind her.

Daryl was thankful for the first time in his life to be from district ten. He wasn't the first to go or last, being district ten meant he would stick in the judges minds but didn't have the pressure of being the first to go or the very last.

Only a few minutes later the door opened again and she scurried out. "I totally failed..." She groaned as she made her way to sit beside him. Daryl eyed her carefully half wanting to say something to comfort her but was soon called in. "Good luck," Andrea whispered, hoping he heard him. From his small head nod she assumed he had. He picked up a bow running his fingers over the feathers of an arrow. He took a deep breath and made his way towards the targets barely glancing at the men and women above him as he readied himself.

"You may begin."

Daryl nodded nibbling on his lip, he lifted the bow and drew back the arrow. He let it fly, he sighed in relief as it hit the target. He did it once more, hitting the same spot. The arrow split. He looked up towards them, some were watching, others weren't but he didn't fully worry. He knew those that were paying attention would score him properly. He continued to shoot his arrows at different targets and then moved the body bag with circles drawn over the most important places to hit. He hit where the brain was, then the heart. He hit a few main arteries and looked up towards them, a few seemed to be watching but others weren't. He hit a button which made the targets move. He began to hit the targets in the main arteries again and again. A few times splitting his own arrows in the process.

"Thank you, Daryl Dixon District ten if you'd please make your way out of the room for the next tribute." One of them directed their voice seemingly unimpressed.

But Daryl paid that no mind, he hadn't missed a single target, he knew he had done well. His score would express how well he had done in the private training room and that would keep him alive. For the time being at least.

The two were ushered back to their room at the tribute center. The two paced back and forth unsure what to do next

All they had to do was wait, once their scores came out they had to go through the interview process. To Daryl's dismay he also had to get dressed up again. He genuinely didn't enjoy being dressed up and they were always working on his more feminine features and knowing that Negan liked him would mean they would work extra hard to make him look good for their future president.

The two were sent down to get looked over and ensure their measurements were correct. Daryl's outfit was already somewhat already started, the material was sparkly. It was a basic black suit with a sparkling texture to make sure when the light hit him all the eyes would be on him. The tie was cow print which he wanted to throw out the window. His lips were pursed as he looked over the other added designs. He was thankful for his hair ribbon, it was one thing that continued to follow him. The feathers as well.

The buttons on his suit were also cow printed, he narrowed his eyes as he thumbed over them. "This doesn't have to be cow print."

"It fits your theme."

"Does it?"

"It does," they replied with smiles. "You should see Andria's dress."

"What does her dress look like?" He questioned trying not to chuckle at the thought that popped into his head. They pulled him down to where her dress was being sewn together. It was a white dress with black sparkling sequins in cow shaped patches. He nibbled his lip, then burst out laughing. It looked exactly how he thought it was going to look. "You can't make her wear that. All the other girls are going to have pretty dresses and things.. You know what I think."

"Do tell," one of the women replied as she was sewing.

"You know we have peacocks and pheasants in our district right? Change our clothes to be more birdish. Andrea would look beautiful in a peacock themed dress and my feathers and ribbon would match better than with cow print."

The seamstress smirked and pulled out her sketchbook, she began to sketch out both of their outfits. Daryl watched for a moment curious about the steps to make some of the most ugly clothes he has ever seen, however it was clear to him that these outfits were a bit different.

"They actually look great."

"You approve then Daryl?"

"This time, very much so." He remarked as he watched her sketch with colored pencils and markers. "I'd proudly wear that and I actually think everyone is going to like it."

The women smiled, it wasn't often that district ten said they liked what they were wearing. Daryl smiled and sat back, at least this time his outfit wouldn't be horrid.