You were in France currently. You left your group to go find your boyfriend, Daryl Dixon.

You two had contact over the walkie talkie for a few weeks, but eventually he didn’t respond anymore. Because of the long distance.

The last thing he promised you was that he’d be back in two months, It’s been 6 months now.

You couldn’t take it anymore, the constant fear of him being in danger, eventhough you knew he could take care of himself. Still, he was so far away from you and you missed him.

It took you a few weeks before you were even remotely close to France, but after a while you made it. You stumbled around the streets, looting some bars, abandoned stores and houses for food and shelter.

You came across this gas station, a letter was taped to the window. You walked up to it and let out a shaky breath, you recognized his handwriting.

”Y/N, if you’re reading this. Which you probably are because you are just as stubborn as i am,” You read, letting out a soft chuckle as you scanned through the words.

”I’m alright, come meet me here.” It said, your eyes trailed down the letter, there was a map attached to the back. You knew what you had to do now.