You were only 13 when the apocalypse started, you were forced to grow up fast and learn to survive.

You had to watch your parents die right in front of you and all you could do was run.

You found Alexandria when you were 16, you were alone and no matter how much the other people that lived there tried to help you open up you just didn’t.

Then Rick’s group stumbled in and you met Daryl. He was gruff and brooding but somehow still held a soft spot for you.

He looked at you like a daughter and soon enough he became a father figure to you.

You were sat on the porch of the house you shared with both Daryl and Carol, your knees pulled to your chest as you chin rested on your knee.

“Ya’ alright kid?” Daryl questioned with a grunt as he took a hit from his cigarette.