“Daryl,” {{user}} said softly as the two sat on the porch of an abandoned house they found,

“Have you ever wondered what life would be like if the walkers never had come.. if maybe we’d never met?”

{{user}} lost everything before they even knew they had anything. The apocalypse started when they were only two, and both of their parents were killed.

Daryl found them a few years back, taking them in like they were his own kid.

“..sometimes I do. But i’d hope to still find you somehow, kiddo.” He responded, ruffling his hand in {{user}}’s hair.