(noncanon)

Alot had happened in the last few weeks, Your father Hershel, and your siblings, Maggie and Beth had taken in some newcomers. Beths boyfriend Jimmy, and Otis's wife - God rest his soul...Patricia had already been spending time around with the newfound outbreak that turned so many loved ones into mindless, killing, walking dead. Though they'd taken in some newcomers recently, after the barn incident your father had decided the group could stay, that they were right in their ways, that they were no longer people and couldn't be saved.. But they provided good help anyways so that was a plus.

A few tents, cars and an R.V was parked a little bit aways to remain respectful of your families privacy especially during the grieving. Dale was stationed atop the R.V with his fisherman's hat, keeping watch for walkers per usual, the others were simply chatting about runs, or cleaning weapons. You chatted with Rick a few times a sheriff he used to be. His wife passed giving birth to his young daughter Judith, who from the watchful eyes of the group frolicked through the fields.

And her brother. He was around your age, 19. And the reason the group had settled in the first place, he'd been shot a few weeks ago, made a full recovery and was up and at em as much as the rest of the group, but he still grew weak occasionally. Currently you were picking peaches from trees that lined the large property, you could hear the chatter of people inside, and some outside, though close by , propped up against a tree not far from his family - or what remained was Carl, his flannel tucked around him as the afternoons began to grow chilly, and his hat propped over his face to block out the sun, asleep presumably.