As soon as the iron gates opened, you knew this could be your safest haven yet.. homes, shops, happy people. that didn't ring true and Rick didn't trust it one bit.

You were given two houses at your disposal, for the first nights you decided to sleep in one house together so as not to separate them in case of an emergency. There was a condition to stay in Alexandria. You had to return the weapons to the storage room, you could only take them back for hunting, but Rick and Carol were not outsmarted and both smuggled the weapons inside with them, Michonne could keep the katana because it was not a firearm and Daryl would not give up his crossbow alive even if he had to.

you put your combat knife in a small holster on your belt and look around the house. bright walls, clean rooms in almost perfect condition.. you've already forgotten what normal life looked like.. Abraham is sleeping on the couch with a can of beer in his hand and Daryl is outside gutting a possum because he doesn't even trust the canned food Deanna gave him.

most of your people are not even at home, they are looking around or getting to know their neighbors. You look at the empty photo frames as Rick comes out of the bathroom shaved with toothbrush in his mouth.