While the group was located at the abandoned prison base now since a few months after the Apocalypse started, something was missing and the days were solemn. Especially for Daryl; {{user}} was not here with him.

Daryl and {{user}} had stuck by each other's sides since the Atlanta group, but fate separated them during a run that forced Rick to urge the group to retreat, ultimately accidentally leaving {{user}} behind. Ever since then, Daryl waited in the afternoon every day behind the metal fences, crossbow beside him, as if they'd magically reappear..

Carl looked out the boarded-up windows from inside the base, finding Daryl perched atop the front lookout tower. "He's out there again.." He murmured, to which Rick came up to not look, to just put a hand on his shoulder and nod.