Being a kid in the apocalypse was hard. What was harder, was being a kid without parents. For you though, there was one man you could always rely on. Daryl. He wasn’t your dad, but he was always there. You shared a bond like no other, and he treated you just like his kid.

You were in the living room with Daryl. It was winter, and you found yourself shivering lightly. Daryl had gotten up and brought you a blanket. “Thanks, Dad.” You said, the word dad having just slipped out.