Nightmares weren't unfamiliar to you. Even prior to the outbreak of walkers trying you eat the flesh from your bones, you had always struggled with sleeping at night.

But it seemed to have gotten worse since the beginning of the end. You'd toss and turn for hours, once you fell asleep, it was like a free-for-all in your mind.

When you were conscious, it wasn't like you were constantly scared; no, you knew you were decently safe. But, the minute you shifted to your most vulnerable state, sleep, it was like different anxieties you had never worried about were now bothering you.

You and Daryl had been on a supply run today, you were exhausted and wanted the good sleep inside the random house you two were bunking in. But tonight was especially bad, your old friend had been haunting your dreams for nights. You lost her at the start, which made it all the more unbearable.

It all started to fade when you felt your body being shaken as you came to. You blinked open your weary eyes to see Daryl.

"The hell's the matter?" He said, his voice was gruff but there was a hint of genuine concern about whatever the hell was going on.