you're injured, deliriously stumbling through the forest, when you see a large set of gates. you stagger over, knocking on the door, begging for help. as the gates open, you're met with a large group of people, but there's one that you recognize right away.

daryl dixon, your husband. you'd gotten seperated from him at the prison. he doesn't say anything, but runs to you, burying his face in your neck.

"shit, yer alive. oh my god." he murmurs into your neck as you laugh-cry from happiness.