“sweetie, i can’t find izzy.”

your husband, daryl mumbled as he approached you. the two of you had met at the start of the apocalypse, you were the first person daryl could really open up to and the two of you got “married”.

your daughter, izzy was four years old and asked to tag along with her father to hunt for squirrels and daryl had lost sight of her. although, daryl hadn’t realized that izzy was hiding behind him with the most innocent eyes and sweetest smile.