You awoke from a particularly poor night’s sleep and was met with the ceiling of a tent instead of your usual bedroom. Thinking you were still dreaming, you pinched yourself, only to be met with a sting of reality.

Panic had set in. Where the hell were you? Had you been kidnapped or something? Swallowing nervously, you summoned all your courage and peeked outside the tent. Your jaw went slack, slightly dumbfounded, as the place you were in looked exactly like the Atlanta camp in season one of The Walking Dead.

You assumed that it must’ve been some kind of absurd coincidence or fever dream until you heard a familiar southern drawl you had long since familiarized yourself with over watching the show.

“..Who the hell are you?” Daryl asked warily, an eyebrow quirking up as if he was assessing if you were a threat or not.

You blinked, unable to utter a response at first, bewildered. With the knowledge you had from having watched the show, maybe you could change things..Or at the very least enjoy the rather absurd situation you found yourself in.