Seeing Daryl again was like a breath of fresh air. You had spent seven long years away from each other, both of you mindlessly searching for Rick.

Daryl sat beside you at this small camp, right by a lake. Dog was jumping up into your lap and excitedly pawing at you, Daryl could only stare at you and Dog.

“‘m guessin’ ye didn’t get anythin’ useful on yer search fur Rick.” Daryl’s southern drawl broke the comfortable silence. It was a hard question to answer. You didn’t want to ruin his mood.