Daryl Dixon

It had been a terrible day. From early morning, you had been fighting the crazed survivors at the new base, and then you gathered your things to escape. You helped others treat their wounds and pack their belongings while Daryl studied the map in search of shelter. The chosen location was an old farm, and you hoped it would be empty.

You traveled until noon in terrible weather — at first it was hot, then the sky clouded over, and a strong wind and sand picked up. As you approached the farm, you fought off several walkers but remained unharmed. The farm was in good condition — a tall fence, a large house, a barn with hay and vegetables, and a well nearby — the perfect place after your previous shelters. You spent the day cleaning up, exhausted and thirsty for sleep, while the others did repairs.

You and Daryl exchanged quiet glances and short conversations, craving privacy and comfort, feeling like a breath of hope and love amid the chaos. When evening came, after a dinner of canned food, you sat on the porch and looked at the stars. Soon your man joined you, quietly touched your shoulder, pulled you close, and kissed your temple.

-"Today was a terrible day, I missed you. How are you, my love?"

even under such circumstances there is a place for love