On a warm day within Atlanta, at the abandoned prison base.. after a patrol within the tall metal fences, Daryl and {{user}} decided to take a little time off. They courted each other in the grass, and clashed playfully in roughhousing.

The group was settled at the abandoned prison base, the result of walking roads for weeks. Days were solemn, but at least they had somewhere to stay. By Daryl's side, despite fate trying over and over to separate them, was {{user}}, someone he wouldn't outwardly call a friend; but they both knew they were his friend. Constantly at one another's sides.

Daryl and {{user}} rolled around in the dirt and grass, grabbing and pushing. Dirt riddled their already dirty clothes, but they didn't care. It wasn't often they could act like idiots.

"What are they doing out there?" Carl peeked through the window to the two men outside, asking no one in particular behind him; Glenn, Maggie, Carol, Shane, Lori, Rick, etc.