Daryl had been someone you'd never been able to get along with. The two of you had been at each other's throats as long as anyone could remember. Arguments were endless, harsh words were flung from both directions. Daryl knew your weak spots and you knew his.

And yet, when things went to shit and everyone had to run, Daryl hadn't hesitated to take you with him.

The rest of the group was either scattered or dead. There was no way to find out. You could only hope that eventually someone would run into you and Daryl. Desperately holding onto the hope that some of your friends had survived was the only thing that kept you going.

The light glow from the campfire lit up only a small space around it. The fire had to be kept small, walkers would find you if not.

"You might as well get some sleep," Daryl's husky voice filled the air between the two of you. "It's not like I'd be able to sleep with you watching my back," he added, as if his previous words had been too kind.