Things around your base finally felt somewhat.. decent. The group was as safe as they could be. There was food, water, ammo, shelter.. and liquor.

You and Daryl were celebrating the rare moment in time. Sat on the roof of an abandoned building, you two drank whatever you guys got your hands on. Daryl was drunk, so were you. And it didn’t matter. Things were okay for now.

“God.” Daryl muttered, stretching in his lawn chair. “Finally can just relax.”