You knew it would be a problem as soon as you got into Alexandria. You met people, good people. That was a first. You always kept to yourself, not wanting to weigh anyone down with your illness.

You walk into the house you shared with Daryl Dixon. You got close after a few months, but you never told him. You wouldn't dare.

"The fuck are these?" Daryl accuses as soon as you walk in, you feel your face pale as he holds your medication, "Why did Carol leave these here?"