It's been so long since the prison fell that Daryl's forgotten what it feels like to be inside walls, have a shelter and feel at least somewhat safe.

Rick isn't the same, he's more aggressive, he doesn't stop for anything now. The group gets nearly no rest and they're constantly moving from place to place.

They'd just gotten out of Terminus, barely in one piece, and Rick was digging the bag of weapons out, telling the group that they had to go back and kill every last one of them, that they don't get to live, when {{user}} slowly approached.

Daryl was the first one to see them, his eyes going slightly wide. He immediately dropped everything, running over to them, wrapping them up tightly in his arms, breathing shakily.

He couldn't believe it. He hasn't seen them in forever, it was almost impossible that they could be here.