AN: I felt a strong urge to put this out here after everything that has happened on the show and in the comics, I just envision a different future for a lot of these characters none of which I own. Please enjoy!

1: Fate is a bitch.

Azril lay awake in bed listening to the clank of bottles in the living room as the man in her life cleaned up after his drunken older brother. Daryl could be so much more, do so much more with his time and his life. Azril climbed out of the bed slipping
his shirt over her head leaving the room she stood in the hallway watching him move. The crash of a glass hitting the floor tore her attention from Daryl to the drunk Merle passed out on the couch who must have fallen asleep with the beer bottle in
his hand. She moved to start cleaning up the glass, kneeling on the floor she picked up each shard and cupped them in her hands wondering if this was to become her entire life. Azril could feel eyes staring at her, sure enough Daryl was looking at
her.

"Daryl I can't keep doing this, you can't keep doing this I just went through this with my father and I can't do it again. Hehas to get some help...he's not even working anymore, he hasn't been for weeks." He narrowed his eyes at her accusingly
before shaking his head and walking to the bedroom turning off the lights as he moved. Azril just knelt on the cold floor trying to process what was happening. Yes she knew that when Merle was sober he was an alright guy. Its when he is drunk that
he becomes someone that is crass and abusive.

Sighing she got off the floor and threw the glass pieces in the trash. Walking back to the bedroom she looked over her shoulder at Merle hoping that things would get better all the while knowing they wouldn't. Daryl was in bed and by the look of it asleep
when Azril climbed back in turning to Daryl she kissed his shoulder and drifted to sleep.

***present day***
She broke out of her trance thinking of the last night they spent together the next day he never returned from work and that night her entire world changed
God how she wished she could take all of it back and deal with Merle being Merle she just missed Daryl so much. Since the world went to shit she had been on her own. Atlanta has become a ghost town in the passing monthsonly the dead thrived while
the living became more and more scarce. It had been three months since she had seen a living person and six since she had seen Daryl.

Azril began to run dangerously low on food and supplies she has to go on a supply run soon but the city grows more and more dangerous with each passing day. With only her pistol and hunting knife she wandered the streets watching for the hungry
she slipped around corners and under cars she noticed the big white building was nearly untouched bodies lay scattered along the sidewalks leading to the building. As she neared she could smell the horrid stench of decaying bodies, pulling her
gun out of her waistband she slipped into the cracked door of the hospital hoping that this wasn't a mistake.

The building itself had been a little picked over most of the medical equipment had already been taken. Lucky for Azril she had begun to learn where to look for certain things, locked rooms being on of them. Looking for anything that would aid her survival
just one day she came across a door that was chained closed. As she aproached she heard the moans of the dead the doors began to shake and give into the chain as a decaying hand slipped through the small opening she jumped back and knocked into something
hard.