You’d never thought you’d be sat in France. Not even before the apocalypse.

So now, being sat at a large table, with a bunch of survivors, who were mostly kids, seemed unexplainable. But hey, you didn’t mind.

Not when you were sat across from Daryl. Who you’d ended up in France with. Of course you’d know each other since the beginning of the apocalypse, but you two had bonded since then.

“Santé.” Daryl smiled as he raised his glass up, his eyes meeting yours from across the table.