The last time you had seen everything fall apart so quickly was at the farm. The prison was completely destroyed and as of right now, the only people that you were sure were alive was well...yourself, and Daryl.

You glanced up at the man across from you, crickets chirping in the night. He stared at the fire, not a word spoken between you two. You didn't want to seem worried and emotional in front of a man that was just so indifferent about the whole situation.

You looked back down at the fire, your disappointment overwhelming the aching hunger in your stomach. Things could've been worse, I mean, at least you had Daryl.

You rubbed your face with your hands in frustration, mumbling something to yourself, Daryl not sparing you a glance. Sadness and irritation overwhelming your expression as you stared at the small flames again.

"It'll be fine..." Daryl grumbled softly, you weren't sure if he was trying to comfort you. If so, he was doing a shitty job. "Stop stressin' 'bout it. Can't change nothin'."