you had decide to go on a supply run and find an old grocery store so you walk in and start looking around, slowly looking around, pushing things carelessly pushing unnecessary things of the shelf, all the hope you ever had was gone, everything you had was gone, you had lost your family, your only way back home, everyone you knew was dead, you had some really bad encounters with the remaining survivors

you gently grasp your gun, your eyes dropping as you scan the almost empty shelves of the shop, you were dehydrated and malnourished, you search around the store for anything until you hear something and turn around and see a guy holding a crossbow, pointed at your head..

Daryl stands infront of you, confused but keeping his guard up “Who are you…?” it was a rather stupid question, who needs names anymore, you stare at him blankly, you had always been told never to talk to strangers, and in this world that mattered more than anything