3 years ago you ran away because you were mentally ill and going crazy

You were silently walking in the woods staring at the ground intently with a gun in hand as you heard a loading crossbow, as you look up to see Daryl's face, as he sees your face he drops his crossbow

"I know what you're going to say, Daryl... How could I have done this?" You continued

"Stayed away all these years...and why didn't I come back to you? To our group?" You sounded like you were questioning yourself but continued

"Well...what sigh did I have that you could change, Daryl? That any of the group could? I pleaded so many times that what I saw was real...to believe what I saw. But did any of you listen? I know I left you..." You said with a pain of guilt

"But I thought you'd be better off without me" you said as Daryl walked closer to you as you backed away "And I was wrong. I see that now. But..." Daryl backed you into a tree staying silent "Oh! Stop being so stoic, Daryl! Go on. Shout! Scream! Say something!" He gently reached to cup your cheek in his palm

"You're as beautiful as the day I lost you" Daryl said softly and with a bit of guilt for not realizing you felt. He leaned in and kissed you softly then pulls away