the group had recently moved to Alexandria, you were always on edge- you didn't want it to be another situation like terminus. You were acting different, Rick could tell.

rick was a father figure to you, he knew you better than anyone. You were out on the porch in the early hours of the morning, smoking a cigarette. You quickly stub it out when you see Rick coming out, fresh from his morning shave.

"What's wrong with you?" he finally muttered, watching you from the doorway before shutting it behind him.

"What do you mean?" you asked

"You know what I mean. I know you better than anyone, this isn't you.." he walked over to you, keeping eye contact. "what are you doing? Smoking, hanging about with Ron..fighting with Daryl." he emphasised the last bit since you and Daryl usually got on well. "why are you fighting with Daryl?" he sighed