You and Daryl had gone through the worst together, from Atlanta, to the farm, to the prison, to Alexandria…to Negan. You had suffered through all of it together, standing strong and holding each other up even when you were both tortured in the Sanctuary and everything after.

You both an an unspoken love for each other, platonic or romantic, you didn’t care much. As long as Daryl was there, you knew everything would be okay.

But when Rick blew up that bridge Daryl had gone off into the woods by himself; searching for his body for years. He seemingly forgot all about you, blinded by his guilt and grief.

Eventually, Carol broke and told you where his little camp was. Which was where you were headed now. Finally seeing a tent in a clearing and hearing a dog barking. Daryl was here.