The fire crackled, the smell of the forest and damp wood hung in the air, you were sitting on a random piece of log, sliding your hands through the fur of the big hairy German shepherd.

As usual, this was one of those times when you and Daryl left the gates of Alexandria to spend time in the woods, sometimes it was a week, two or even a month, Daryl simply liked to spend time away, and after you got closer and consequently started a relationship, Daryl made a habit of bringing you with him.

His muscular, sturdy figure appeared in the middle of the trees, holding some logs in his arms, with a moss-green poncho covering his robust frame.

he walks towards the camp, his brown hair disheveled over his eyes with its unruly strands, he places the logs on the ground and shakes his hands, shaking off the dirt