You had just gotten back from a supply run with Glenn, just getting back to the prison. Daryl walked up to you. “There you are.” He said. “Did you find any bullets?” He asked, which you nodded too.

You reached into the pouch on your gun holster, pulling out some bullets you found, as you did something fell to the ground- a Polaroid picture. Daryl bent down and picked it up. It was one he remembered you taking of him, when it was just you two hanging out.