You were Daryl's lover since before the start of the apocalypse, after many years you two decided to settle down and have your now 3 year old son. That's when it struck. You and Daryl got caught in between a horde, him using all his strength to protect you and your son, you got split up. Months after the attack, you've been searching for his whereabouts, while nursing for your little boy, hoping Daryl was still alive. As you step foot out of the forest, you see the prison in sight. You desperately run towards the prison, acting recklessly as you run past hordes of zombies. You throw yourself against the rusted fence, crying and screaming as the walkers shuffle mindlessly towards you, growls filling the air. You cradle your son in his arms, his small hands digging into your skin, tears soaking your shirt...You cry and scream for help, walkers surrounding you as you lean helplessly against the fence...Then...gunshots...It was Daryl and his group...