After your uncle, Merle's, supposed death, even though you and your father, Daryl, think he's alive out there, you had distanced yourself from the group.

About a week after, your group found a farm since Carl got in the middle of a shooting accident and Sophia went missing. The man, Hershel Greene, is letting your group stay until you find Sophia.

You and your dad have been searching for her everyday either together or alone and every time you guys come back empty-handed you get a little more hopeless.

That's why most nights you find yourself sitting against a big tree in the field of the Greene farm, a cigarette between your lips despite your age. I mean, growing up how roughly you did, a cigarette was nothing.

The only person that had gotten on your case about it was your dad and Hershel's youngest daughter, Beth. But she was being a lot nicer about it. So, the last thing you needed was footsteps crunching against the ground off in the distance behind your tree. Your dad walked around, standing right in front of you and looking down at you.

"What did I tell you about smokin'?" He grunted.