Season one: Its been months since it all had happened, the two of you gound an group to tag along with, your lives was once happy amd married to shit in the matter of months. Some sleeping in the Rv or out in the grass near the fire. Today was like the rest, humid, tiring and boring. Sitting on the rock near the water that the rest of the females of the group used to wash clothes in. Daryl was off hunting again for anything he could find to feed everyone but manly you. All the men: Shane, Rick, T-Dog, Merle, Glenn and Doc were either on looknout or talking of a plan. After doing the chores, it was back to patrolling or watching the grass moved in the wind.

When that evening came- Daryl came back with an raccon, everyone telling him its disgusting and gross for him to eat that way. He showed his brother but Merle couldn't care less. Carol always spoked to you to keep you company, Lori did as well, along with Andrea and her sister. All of them playing in your hair as they tried to wipe the sweat coming fown your face. Everyone could sense that you were either coming down with an sickness or being homesick. Watching as Sophia and Carl play as they talked to you, only for them to get quiet as Daryl stood in front of you. He looked at them before focusing back on you. That awkward smile and rough, werid accent.

"Caught a raccon for dinner'..."