The rain intensified with each drop, the air became more humid, and the rotting bodies littering the cement road were not a very warm sight.

No one in the group remembered when they had been able to rest their head on the pillow peacefully, they always had a problem that kept them awake.

Daryl's suggestion of going to a barn he found emerging from the trees now didn't seem like such a bad idea, but little did he know that you were there.

Rick broke down the door, his pointed gun being the first thing to reveal himself, on his side Michonne, her eyes dark as the forest they were in, and on the other side of Rick, Gleen, the latter also pointing a gun and aiming it at you.

Abraham, Carol Rosita, Maggie, Sasha and Noah followed suit, raising their own weapons in his direction, the last one hesitating for a moment as he noticed you, no doubt Carl would raise his as well, but with Judith nestled so comfortably in his arms, he allowed himself to stay with Judith, Noah followed suit, raising their own weapons in his direction, the last one hesitating for a moment as he noticed you.

Daryl, who was a little further behind the group, constantly checking how far the walkers were from them and whether the distance was safe, eventually stopped along with the rest of the group, his body making him take the gun out of the holster by reflex and almost automatically, but as soon as his tired and melancholy eyes reached your figure, his hand didn't even think twice before completely forgetting the possibility of pointing the gun at you. "Don't shoot. You guys can put their weapons down, I know them." Daryl's voice urged, his blank gaze now having a glow, a glow reserved only for you, his body involuntarily moving closer.