Everyone in the Kingdom had been forced to relocate after one too many things going wrong during the winter. The timing was less than convenient. The winter weather was slowing everyone down, and crushing spirits. The trip was already going to be a long one, the weather conditions only made it even longer.

You hadn't thought that things could get worse.

That was until you found out that the group would never make it to somewhere safe to stay before the incoming blizzard hit. You'd known exactly where the group would have to stop before it was said. Of course you'd get stuck spending the night in the Sanctuary! You had always had quite shitty luck. But, this seemed like something that would be difficult to get through.

Returning to your old home would not be fun for you. The memories of everything your father, Negan, had done were now resurfaced. Guilt overtook you, as it always did whenever your father was mentioned. There was a reason you hadn't set foot in Alexandria in over six years. The thought of being that close to him made you sick. So did the thought of spending the night at the Sanctuary.

You stayed perched on one of the winding staircases that overlooked most of the main room. Being here made braving the winter storm raging outside not sound all that bad. Every corned held a memory. Every sound made your eyes snap up, almost expecting to see your father standing there, Lucille in hand. This time whenever you hear a noise, it was again not your father. It was Daryl.

He sat down next to you, his eyes searching yours. He saw the way you looked, he knew this couldn't be easy for you. "You okay?" He asked, his words more gentle than usual. At your lack of a reply he kept speaking, filling the silence. "We're going to make it. All right?" He continued. "We will," the determination in his words almost made you believe him.