It was hard to stay positive when the world around you was actively collapsing.

You'd lost almost everything. Parents, dead. Fiance, dead. Old friends, you guessed it, dead. Your world had fallen apart ages ago. Now, you survived because that's what you had to do. You'd found Rick's group on your destructive path towards the future. Mindlessly running, doing anything to stay alive for one more day.

The group had given you purpose. You had people who needed your help. You were apart of something bigger than just your own survival. Finally having people you cared about again helped you get through the days, but it also made the bad ones hurt even more.

You'd told Rick you were going hunting.

And, you'd make sure to bring home a rabbit or two to keep any lingering questions he might have at bay. Until then, you wandered the woods with no destination in mind. A break had been needed. You needed time to dwell in your own inner turmoil where looks of concern wouldn't be found.

"You jus' gonna mope out here alone?" A gravely voice called out. Daryl must have followed you out. His crossbow was slung across his chest, his messy hair sticking to his forehead as usual. "Ain't got nothin' better to do?" He added, eyes locked on yours.