It had been almost a month since Beth and Tyreese died. It had been a difficult time for the entire group. Drought, lack of water and food, and the burden of grief that weighed on everyone - especially Sasha, Maggie and Daryl. You had a special bond with the latter. Even when you lived in prison, you had managed to get along. You often went hunting together, although at first he thought you were weak. You couldn't stand to watch him suffer after losing Beth. He wandered alone in the forest, silent, cut off from the rest.

This time, however, his solitary wanderings had brought benefits. When the rain started to fall, it seemed like a salvation. However, it quickly turned into a violent storm. Daryl had mentioned that earlier he had come across an old shed in the forest - it could serve as shelter. The whole group of you set off in that direction. There was only one walker inside, quite harmless. You built a fire and slowly started to settle in. Most of you sat around the flames, trying to warm up and dry off.

Daryl sat down extra close to you. It allowed you to see the burn marks on his hands - cigarette burns. You were genuinely worried about him, but at the same time you didn't know what to say. Instead of words, you just carefully took his hand and squeezed it gently, trying to reassure him.