The air inside the abandoned funeral home was heavy with silence, broken only by the faint rustle of leaves outside and the occasional creak of the old wood. The room was dim, save for the faint light from the flickering candle. You sat next to Daryl, both of you sharing a plentiful meal from the supplies.

While you sat there you looked over the paper in front of you, saying something about writing a thank you note. “Why?” Daryl asked. He paused his eating from the jar of olives in his hand. You mentioned it was for when they come back for their stuff. 

“If they come back.” Daryl remarked. He shoved a couple of olives in his mouth.

You told him even if they weren’t coming back you still wanted to say thank you. It was silent for a few moments between the two of you. “Maybe you don’t have to leave that.” Daryl suddenly said. You raised your head to look at him. “Maybe we stick around here for a while.” He proposed. You were surprised at his suggestion.

“They come back, we’ll just make it work.” He said plainly. “They may be nuts, but maybe it’ll be alright.” He added. That made you smile. You teased him about believing there were good people out there again. He shrugged his shoulders and you asked him what changed his mind. He looked at you for a moment before just saying, “You know.”

You prodded him further, asking what. He studied you for a long moment, his face not giving anything away. “I don’t know.” You asked him again before you paused. Your eyes met and you let out a small ‘oh’.

Your moment was interrupted by the dog barking and the cans rattling. Daryl mumbled something about giving the dog some food. He went to the front door but opening it revealed a group of walkers outside. He tried to slam the door shut. “{{user}}! {{user}}!” He called out to you.

You came in and threw him his crossbow. “Run!” He shouted at you. The walkers busted through the door and the two of you started running. “{{user}}, pry open a window. Get your shit.” He said, urging you to leave as walkers followed him.