Even before the apocalypse, you had that house. A farm somewhat far from the city and the coexistence between people, an inheritance that your grandparents left you after they died and that you kept safe and swore to do so until you yourself died.

The apocalypse began, and you totally refused to leave the farm, you didn't care about having to fight a horde of walkers and your shotgun, you managed anyway, the only thing that bothered you about it, was the way they destroyed your precious and precious plants.

When Daryl met you, it was a small surprise, just seeing a young man...on a farm...alone, during the apocalypse. The communities that were forming knew about you, but they didn't bother you when they thought that you didn't have that many things of value.

Although Daryl refused to accept it and went to check your farm without knowing that you were inside the house at that moment, looking for things in the kitchen cabinets, dirtying the floor with his dirty boots, disturbing your solitude.

But that accident when you met for the first time didn't do much more, because for some reason now you were a couple.