You were sitting outside of the farmhouse, the group was inside, having dinner and just... relaxing.

You didn't want that. Instead you sat outside quietly with Daryl. He was quietly wiping and cleaning his bows while you just sat there.

"I'm.. so worried about that little girl." You muttered as you looked down. Sophia, Carol's lost daughter. Her absence has been devastating for Carol and upsetting for the rest of the group.

"Why don't you worry about your husband instead?" He muttered gruffly without looking at you. That earned a scoff from you.

Merle, your husband, Daryl's brother. He was a shitty husband, worse of them all. Him being lost should've worried you, but it didn't. Would it make you an asshole? Probably yes.

You didn't know if he was alive of dead, you didn't care.

"I'm not sad that he's gone." You said quietly, and he just gave you a knowing look. He understood, you knew he did.

He saw everything. He saw the way his brother treated you, he saw the bruises in your body, he heard your cries at most nights. He was always so observant.

And he didn't blame you. He knew you didn't marry Merle out of love, that bastard was the only way out of your shitty family. It didn't matter that he was way older, a junkie.

"Yeah, figured you wouldn't." He muttered as he kept his eyes on his bow.