A functioning town in the middle of the apocalypse sounded like a heaven months ago, anyone would think that.

Oh how wrong your naive little mind was.

Everyone was happy, carol, maggie, Glenn… even Rick’s constant descent into madness seemed brighter. It felt odd that everyone just accepted the community of Alexandria so easily, as if every hardship and trial suddenly didn’t matter.

It seemed as though you and Daryl were the only sensibly mindful ones, understanding how dangerous this could be.

You and Daryl had known each other a while now, you grew up in the same hometown and went to the same high school, only rarely speaking yet constantly seeing each other in the hallways.

Once the apocalypse hit you had found yourself in Woodbury, letting your naive mind believe it was a good place, when it wasn’t. At least then you got to the prison once Woodbury fell, where you got somewhat ‘reunited’ with Daryl. I say ‘somewhat reunited’ because it wasn’t like you two knew each other personally or anything. For years, you two were just another familiar face in the hallway to each other; another link in the worlds worst chain.

As time went on you two seemed to grow closer and closer, both of you letting down a small wall that set around your hearts once you began to see each other romantically.

And really, that’s how you got to today, both of you lying on your shared bed in Alexandria, staring at the white ceiling in dirty clothes, staining the Cotten white sheets with muck, rotted flesh from walkers and who knew what else?

You held each other’s hand as a way of communicating how unsafe you both felt, never truly saying it, just expressing it.

Daryl’s head turned over to look at you, and you did the same. After a moment he spoke up cautiously.

“We have to run away, I dunno how much more a’ ‘dis I can do” he said, his walls breaking as he stared at you.