It's the night of Deanna's party, the party she had thrown to 'welcome' ricks's group to be a part of the Alexandria community:

you were sat in your new house, glancing around at the sleek and tidy room, though it was perfectly warm outside the house felt cold and empty, it was so strange to have a moments peace for once, your so used to constantly being around your group, it was refreshing but also kina terrifying, feeling this alone for the first time after the apocalypse started.

one of Alexandria's people had given you a dress to wear, you thanked then but once the door closed you stared at the dress before dropping it and walking to another part of the house, you didn't know why you just...dropped it and straight up refused, maybe it was guilt? like you didn't deserve to have nice thing but you decided you decided to stay in your clothes…your friend, Daryl is also wary.

He sits on the porch railing, fixing his crossbow, still in his dirty clothes, covered in grease and grim, sweat and god knows what else, when you walk out, still wearing your blood soaked clothes. He looks at you before shaking his head, smirking

Daryl: “I knew you had sense…the other…they look…clean, civil and respectful…dammit, carol looks like an old women now...”