"How far do you figure we are now?" Amity asked her traveling companion as they walked along the train tracks, the woman taking care to step on the ties rather than risk twisting her ankle up.
"You looked at the map too, Bambi." Bandit replied, tossing an apple that he had taken with him from the cabin up and down in his hand. Amity had been counting on him eating it within their first few hours walking, but it had survived through the night and now she was thinking that he just brought it along so that he could toss it like he was.
"Maps mean nothing to me. Time is an illusion and distance is relative." Amity rambled off before abruptly pressing her lips together, catching the look that Bandit was giving her after her small outburst.
It was one of the times that Daryl would have told her she had gotten lost inside that head of hers and ended up somewhere that he couldn't follow.
"If time is an illusion then I guess you don't need to know how far out we are." Bandit told her, resuming his tossing of his apple while Amity tossed a withering look his way.
They walked along in silence for a while until Bandit spoke up again.
"Less than a day." He said and a smile broke out across the redhead's lips.
She redjusted her pack on her shoulder and picked up the pace a bit, not caring about Bandit's grumbling as he was forced to do the same or get left behind.
"You that eager?" He asked and she looked at him with disdain.
"Of course I am! My family might be there." She reminded him.
"Any of 'em actually blood?" He asked and she nodded, her smile fading a bit at the thought of getting there and not finding her brother. She would be thankful for anyone from the prison at that point, but Michael was the only blood family she had left.
The thought of losing him tore her apart.
"Just one, my older brother." She answered, voice softer and Bandit picked up on that.
"Lucky to have him with you after everything." Bandit told her and she nodded immediately, she didn't take their luck for granted even a little bit.
"You're telling me. Started this whole thing off without him. He was in North Carolina and I was here in Georgia. I just accepted him as being dead with the rest of the world, but he didn't do the same about me. Rode up to where I was staying with my group like he had been only ten minutes away, not an entire state." Amity said, remembering the moment with a smile. "You have any siblings?"
Bandit fell quiet at her question, leaving them to walk in silence for a while longer but Amity didn't mind. She knew that questions about family could be the hardest to answer. She wouldn't push the man. He could tell her if he wanted to.
"I had two brothers." He said finally, nearly an hour passing since she had asked her question. "I was the oldest of us three."
Amity nodded her head, glancing over at the man briefly before focusing on where she was walking once more.
"I don't know what happened to Alex. He was in Miami with my mother, but with the city... and my other brother, Xavier, he served with me. We were both at the Marine Corps detachment in Fort Benning when shit went down. He was lost when the base was, after that I got the hell out of there." He explained.
"I'm sorry about your brothers." Amity told him, her voice gentle as she reached out to lay a hand against the man's arm, the action apparently surprising him.
He looked over at her with confusion that turned into a bit of sadness, both of them stopping without really planning to.
"I'm not sorry about yours." Bandit told her and it was Amity's turn to be confused.
"I'm not going to be sorry about a guy that we're gonna find." He clarified, pulling a smile from the woman and she shoved his arm a bit before turning back to the tracks ahead of them.
They were going to find them. All of them.
Daryl crouched low in the undergrowth of the forest, his sharp eyes trained on the rabbit that was only a stone's throw away from him.
He had the creature in his sight, lining up the shot before inhaling, and squeezing the trigger, but his bolt wasn't the only thing that struck it.
The thwang of a bowstring sounded from behind him and Daryl stood, whipping around to see that Len, another archer in the camp, had shot his kill as well.
"What the hell are you doing?" Daryl asked him roughly.
"Catching me some breakfast." Len replied smugly.
"That's mine." Daryl growled in return.
"My arrow's the one that hit first. Cottontail belongs to me." Len reasoned but Daryl was having none of it.
He moved over to the rabbit, pulling the arrow and bolt from it without really paying the other man much mind.
"Been out here since before the sun came up." He told him.
"You see, the rules of the hunt don't mean jack out here. Now, that rabbit you're holding is claimed, boy." Len said as Daryl stood to face him, tossing the other man's arrow into the woods without care.
"Claimed whether you like it or not. So I was you, I'd hand it over. Now, before you get to wishing you ain't never even got out of bed this morning." Len kept talking as Daryl stalked over to him, the rabbit dangling by its back legs from his hand.
"It ain't yours." He growled at the dickhead he was now squaring up to.
"You know, I'll bet this bitch got you all messed up, hmm?" Len said, trying to pull a reaction from him. He was dancing around the truth, though not in the way he thought he was. "Am I right?"
Daryl simply pushed pass him, not bothering to entertain his attempts to get at him.
"Got you walking around here like a dead man who just lost himself a piece of tail." Len kept pushing, bringing Daryl's steps to a slow halt. Again, the man wasn't right in the way he thought, but he was close enough to home between Daryl losing Amity before losing Beth that he was eating at the hunter's soft spots. "Must have been a good'un."
"Tell me something. Was it one of the little'uns?" Len asked. "'Cause they don't last too long out here."
His question made Daryl's skin crawl and it pushed the boundary on his temper. He flicked open his knife's sheath, more than prepared to embed the thing into the asshole's skull who thought he could take his kill. Who thought that he knew him.
He drew his knife as Len laughed, the only thing stopping Daryl from attacking him being the arrival of Joe.
"Easy, fellas, easy." Joe tried to soothe. "Let's just put our weapons down. See if we can't figure out what's really the problem here, huh?"
"Did you claim it?" Joe asked Len, referring to the rabbit Daryl held.
"Hell, yeah." Len stated.
"Well, there you go. That critter belongs to Len." Joe told Daryl who simply looked at the two me.
"So let's have it." Len insisted but the archer didn't move.
"Looks like you may be wanting an explanation." Joe cut in, still picking up on the tension from the man.
"See, going at it alone, that ain't an option nowadays. Still, it is survival of the fittest. That's a paradox right there. So I laid out some rules of the road to keep things from going Darwin every couple hours. Keep our merry band together and stress-free." He began to explain. "All you got to do is claim. That's how you mark your territory, your prey, your bed at night. One word, claimed."
"I ain't claiming nothin'." Daryl told him, the rules sounding stupid as hell to the man.
You earned what you earned, people shouting a word didn't grant them shit.
"We're gonna teach him, right?" Len cut in, sounding eager. "The rules say we got to teach him."
"It wouldn't be fair to punish you for violating a rule you never even knew existed." Joe said, causing Len to groan unhappily while Daryl shot him a hard glare.
"There ain't no rules no more." He said simply, watching Len as the man moved closer to him.
"Oh, there are. You know that. That's why I didn't kill you for the crossbow." Joe countered, watching the staring match between the two men for a moment. He reached out for the rabbit Daryl held and the hunter pulled away out of instinct.
"Easy there, partner." Joe told him, tugging at the rabbit but Daryl didn't let go. The older man improvised, pulling the rabbit up against a tree by its ears and swung his small axe into the soft flesh of its belly, splitting it in half.
"Claimed. That's all you got to say." Joe told Daryl, tossing the front of the rabbit to Len while letting Daryl keep the part he held.
"Hey, ass end is still an end." The leader reasoned, shrugging.
"You know, you know all about what I did before the Outbreak and I don't know a damn thing about what you did." Bandit stated, leaving Amity to recognize that he had a point.
She had been doing a fair majority of the questioning, but it wasn't her fault Bandit was a fairly quiet man unless you kept talking and the easiest way to do that was to ask questions.
"Ask away." Amity told him.
"What did you do before this? Career-wise?" He questioned, throwing a softball to start off with.
"I was a clinical neuropsychologist, worked in my own clinic." Amity told him.
"A psychologist? One of the doctors that try to get in everyone's head when they get back from overseas, huh?" He asked but she shook her head.
"I only dealt with servicemen or veterans if they came to me on their own volition. I was a private clinic so that made my clients as selective as I wanted, though I took almost anyone I could." She explained.
"You like it?" He asked, throwing out the question she had to him earlier.
"Loved it. It was my entire life." Amity answered truthfully.
"No husband or whatever else?" Bandit questioned and she shook her head.
"Nope, when I say it was my entire life, I mean it." She told him and he let out a small noise of agreement.
"Know what that's like." He said.
"Are you from-" Bandit began to ask his next question but was cut off by a scream up ahead that immediately had both of them kicking it into gear.
Amity sprinted alongside her companion, her heart pounding as another scream ripped through the air and they rounded a bend in time to catch sight of a woman struggling with a small horde of walkers.
"Shit." Amity cursed, her hand automatically reaching back for her bow that wasn't there. She cursed her instincts for wasting precious time as she pulled a knife from her belt, running straight for the woman rather than dealing with the walkers between them like Bandit was.
The Marine slammed the tactical axe he pulled from his belt home into the temple of walker after walker, trying to clear the horde to save the woman they had come across.
He watched in horror as Amity threw herself into the walkers, expecting to hear the woman's screams of pain moments later but none came. The walkers weren't paying the redhead any mind.
Pushing away the craziness that he had just witnessed, Bandit turned his attention back to the walkers coming for him.
Amity ducked her way through the horde, taking care not to bump into any of the undead and draw their attention as she tried to reach the screaming woman.
The walkers were too thick right at her so Amity had to break her cover, yelling to the woman that she was coming to help while jabbing her knife into skull after skull.
The horde thinned enough so that Amity could see the blonde woman, her pupils blown wide with fear, and her eyes met Amity's just before the redhead had to fend off another walker and a different one dug its teeth into the other woman's cheek.
"No!" Amity yelled, stabbing another walker as she tried to get to her even though it was too late.
The walkers closest to the woman were distracted by their drive to tear into her flesh, leaving them open and easy to kill for both Bandit and Amity.
Once all of the corpses laid unmoving, Amity wiped her blade off on a pants leg of one of them and turned to look at Bandit who had his lips pressed together.
She was expecting to see sadness behind his eyes, not the stern suspicion that was directed to her now.
"What the hell was that?" He asked sharply.
"What the hell was what?" She shot back.
"The biters, they didn't even look at you until you started stabbing them!" Bandit told her, his voice raising as he saw indecision flit across her expression as if she was considering lying to him.
Which she was.
Amity knew that her bite was a secret that she had to hold close to her, knowing that some people wouldn't react in the best ways.
People could turn her into a lab rat, they could say that she was bound to turn and try to kill her, or many other things... but she had decided to trust Bandit, so she would.
"I need you to bare with me for a moment, alright?" Amity told him, receiving narrowed eyes in return and sighing.
"Listen, it's going to sound crazy, okay?" She began again, trying to make him understand but she knew that she would just have to come out and say it.
"I've been bit." She told him and watched the change in his expression.
"What?" He growled, taking a step back with his axe raising slightly before he seemed to realize what he was doing and forced it back down.
"I was bit months ago." She clarified, giving him a moment to process what she was saying.
"How is that..." Bandit asked, trailing off as he looked at her like she was a complex calculus equation and he was a C student in algebra.
"Possible? It shouldn't be." Amity told him honestly, her hands still held out slightly in front of her as if she was waiting for him to get over his confusion and decide to put her down. "I was bit and my brother couldn't kill me, not until I was dead on my own, but that never happened. I got really sick, but I never turned."
"That's not... if you get bit, you turn. That's it." Bandit said, trying to wrap his head around her story.
Seeing that he wasn't believing her, Amity reached for the neckline of her tank top where the strap laid alongside her sports bra's strap, hiding the bite from view and tugged it to the side so that her scar was visible.
She watched Bandit's eyes widen slightly, the large man stepping forward to run the tip of his index finger along the raised flesh.
"You were bit." He said and Amity nodded.
"But you didn't turn." He added and she nodded again.
"You're a damn miracle." Bandit told her, looking up from the bite now to meet her eyes, his hand dropping from her skin a moment later.
"I've been told as much." Amity replied with a cheeky smile, not being able to help but laugh as Bandit's awe immediately faded and the Marine rolled his eyes at her.
"But, now that that's over. Let's cover her and keep moving, okay? I'll answer whatever questions you've got, but I still need to get to my family." She suggested and Bandit didn't hesitate before nodding and heading towards the body of the woman they had tried to save.
"Need to take a look at your bandages before we keep moving as well." Bandit told her over his shoulder, referring to the bandages he had wrapped her injured wrists in once they had settled down in his cabin.
She had done a number on them during her struggle, but they had simply become a dull and constant ache in the back of her mind as her focus was now on getting to Terminus.
Keeping the railroad tracks under their feet was something proving to be grounding for Daryl as he moved along with Joe and the rest of the group.
The men he was with weren't his type of people, but they were the type of people that he knew.
Rough necks and crooks that were let loose now that the law had gone to hell along with the rest of the world.
Daryl told himself that he was just biding his time. That he would leave as soon as he got his head straight again. That he didn't need a group.
He had to keep telling himself that lest he got comfortable.
"So what's the plan, Daryl?" Joe asked, pulling the hunter's attention from the ties under his boots to the man at his side.
"How so?" Daryl asked.
"You're with us now, but you ain't soon?" Joe clarified.
"Yep." Daryl answered simply, holding true to the mantra on repeat in his head.
"So what's the plan?" Joe asked him, catching Daryl a bit off guard. He shook his head slightly, nearly shrugging as he searched for the right words.
"Just looking for the right place is all." He said.
"Oh, we ain't good enough for you, huh?" Joe questioned and Daryl resisted the urge to scoff.
"Some of you ain't exactly friendly." He pointed out.
"You ain't so friendly yourself. You know you need a group out here." Joe told him.
"Maybe I don't." Daryl shot back.
"No, you do." Joe said with absolute confidence. "You should be with us."
The snarling of a walker caught the two men's attention, but the guys in the front of their group were already peeling off their gear in order to take care of it.
"People don't got to be friendly. We don't have to be nice." Joe continued as the walker stumbled towards the men. "We don't have to be brothers in arms."
The walker approached one of the men who mocked its snarl before pushing it back with the length of his gun, sending it into the arms of another one of the men who held it still as a third stabbed his knife through the top of its skull.
"We just got to follow the rules. You claim. If you steal, you keel. I know that sounds a little funny, but nobody laughs when something goes missing. And you don't lie. 'Cause that's a slippery slope indeed." Joe told him as they continued to walk, laying out the rules of the small group.
"What happens if you break 'em?" Daryl asked.
"Oh, you catch a beatin'." Joe replied without much care. "The severity of which depends upon the offense and the general attitude of the day. But that don't happen much 'cause when men like us follow rules and cooperate a little bit, well, the world becomes ours."
Looking off to the side of the tracks, Joe nodded his head once before whistling to gather the attention of the men and pointed at a big rusted warehouse they were about to pass.
"Right there. It's our abode for the evening." He called out, his word apparently being all the men needed as they turned to head for the building without pause.
"Hey." Daryl said, catching Joe's attention as the older man started to walk away. "There ain't no us."
"You leavin' right now?" Joe asked him in return, staring down Daryl as the man avoided answering.
"No?" He questioned before nodding. "Then it sure seems like there's an us."
Joe began walking once more, leaving the hunter to debate with himself over his next move.
He could leave. He could leave right then and there, but for some reason he was struggling with it.
"You a cat person, Daryl?" Joe asked from up ahead of him, cutting into the man's internal battle. "I am. Loved 'em since I was three years old. Vicious creatures."
Taking a drag from his cigarette, the older man seemed to consider the archer for a moment before continuing his story.
"Anyway, I'll tell you, and this is true, ain't nothing sadder than an outdoor cat that thinks he's an indoor cat."
"So you let yourself play lab rat for that long?" Bandit asked, still continuing to toss his damn apple up in the air with one hand.
"It was for the good of everyone." Amity replied with a shrug.
Her time getting blood drawn constantly, leaving her arms tender and bruised wasn't the most fun, but she knew they couldn't just leave the fact she had been bitten and survived alone. They needed to attempt to figure out the whys and hows of the matter.
"I would have knocked a doctor out." Bandit said, shaking his head and pulling a laugh from Amity.
"I think a doctor would have been way less inclined to poke and prod you than me." She pointed out before shrugging once more. "Besides, Caleb was my friend. If I would have asked him to stop then he would have."
"Some friend. The guy convinced you to run into no man's land alone." Bandit reminded her, Amity having told him the story of how she had gotten bitten in the first place a little while earlier.
"I wasn't alone and he wanted to go with me." Amity defended but the Marine just shook his head, apparently not caring for the details of the situation.
"Still, the man was a damn idiot for even suggesting it." Bandit reasoned, before a tell-tale crunch let Amity know that he had finally taken a bite of the apple he had brought.
"Holy shit, finally. I was beginning to think that you were more intent on keeping that apple alive than me." Amity said, not being able to resist teasing the man a bit, but upon turning to look at him, she noted his eyes were trained on something in the distance.
Her gaze following his, Amity noted another one of the large Terminus signs, but that wasn't what she cared about.
What was interesting to her was the note scrawled in blood across the map.
"Glenn-" Amity began to read aloud, her voice thick with the tears that had automatically welled in her eyes at the sight of her friend's name. "Go to Terminus. Maggie, Sasha, Bob, Merle."
The redhead's hands rose to her mouth, clasping over her lips for a moment as she fought against the relief that welled in her.
"They some of yours?" Bandit asked softly, already figuring as much due to the woman's reaction but he couldn't resist asking.
Amity frantically nodded her head, moving up to run a finger over the blood on the sign now that they were up on it.
It was long dried, but that didn't bother her one bit.
They were going the right way.
"They're alive." Amity breathed out, touching Maggie's name then Merle's with a small smile tugging at her lips before it twisted into a small frown.
They were alive, but apparently separated.
Beth wasn't with Maggie, Glenn wasn't with Maggie, Merle wasn't with Daryl.
Where was Daryl? Where was Michael? Michonne, Glenn, Beth, Rick, Carl?
She didn't know, but she held onto hope that they were following along the tracks and signs just like she was.
"We have to keep going!" Amity announced suddenly, turning abruptly to start running off down the tracks but Bandit caught her arm, wrapping a large hand around her bicep with ease and stopping her from going anywhere.
"Can you breathe for a second?" He asked her and immediately she shook her head, making him snort in response.
"Look, Doe Eyes, this map is the key to getting you to your friends faster." He told her and that made the woman hesitate.
"We just follow the tracks." She reasoned and he shook his head.
"Look, there's a tunnel here. Bound to be too dark to go through it without risking our asses. Best for us to take this side track here-" He explained, trailing a finger along one of the lines on the map. "-and keep pushing on to Terminus. That track seems to be shorter anyhow."
Amity studied the map for a moment, not being the best at map reading but she was a hell of a pretender. She didn't want Bandit to think that she was just following him blind, no matter how much she had grown to trust the man.
"You have a point." She conceded finally, choosing to ignore the smug smirk that lighted across his lips as she readjusted her bag on her shoulder and stepped back onto the tracks.
She was so close now that she was practically hearing her family's voices.
The building that they entered turned out to be an old car garage, maybe used for working on the old vehicles that were all around them.
"They ain't here." One of the men announced. "Ain't nobody been here for a while, but they got all the gas."
Daryl wandered inside with the rest of the group, looking around the space as the man spoke before he pulled a tarp off of one of the old vehicles to get a better look.
"That don't matter. We're gettin' closer, I can feel it." Joe replied.
"Claimed." One of the men said as he sidled up beside of Daryl, kicking the bag that the hunter kept his things in off to the side and Daryl had to bite down hard on his tongue.
"Claimed." A voice rang out from across the garage.
Everywhere the hunter turned, someone was claiming something.
"Claimed." Another man told him after he went over to a different car, but Daryl simply turned away from his taunting eyes.
"Claimed." Len nearly sang at him as he tried for the truck, but Daryl wasn't rising to the bait.
No, fuck the claiming game.
He wasn't a part of their group. He was just killing time.
Ignoring the men watching him, Daryl took to the floor in the center of the room, tucking his bag underneath his head as he laid on his back looking at the ceiling.
He wasn't a damn Claimer. He didn't need them.
It was hours and a couple of pisses later, that Daryl still found himself returning to his place on the ground with his bag tucked under his head.
"Christ." He heard spat out nearby and sat up just in time to see Len stalking towards him.
"Give it here." The other archer demanded.
"You step back." Daryl warned him.
"My half was in the bag. Now it's gone." Len called out loudly, obviously wanting everyone involved as Daryl pushed himself to his feet. "Now ain't nobody around here interested in no half a damn cottontail except you. Ain't that right?"
"You're the only one still thinking about that crap." Daryl snarled in return.
"Empty your bag." Len demanded, going for his bag but Daryl snatched it up first.
"I said step back!" Daryl snapped at him as Joe wandered over and took the bag out of Daryl's hands.
"Did you take his rabbit, Daryl?" The leader asked. "Just tell me the truth."
"I didn't take nothin'." Daryl told him.
"What do we got here?" Joe wondered, turning the bag and dumping out the contents. "Come on."
Daryl's things tumbled to the ground, followed by the front end of a rabbit.
The hunter looked at the dead creature, his temper rearing its ugly head inside of him at the sight since he was damn well aware that he didn't take it.
"Well, look at that." Joe said, catching sight of it.
"You put that there, didn't you?" Daryl asked Len. "When I went out to take a piss."
"You lied." Len replied smugly, but Daryl shoved the man back.
"Didn't you?" He snarled.
"You lied. You stole." Len growled at him, pushing him back in return. "We gonna teach this fool or what, Joe?"
"Whoa, whoa. Now, Daryl says he didn't take your half of the rabbit. So we got a little conundrum here. Either he's lying, which is an actionable offense-" Joe began before laughing lightly, confusing the other men in the room. "-or you didn't plant it on him like some pussy, punk-ass, cheatin', coward cop, did ya? 'Cause while that wouldn't be specifically breaking the rules, it'd be disappointing."
"It would." Len agreed.
"Mm-hmm." Joe hummed.
"I didn't." Len said sharply, leaning into the leader's face.
"Good." Joe nodded, turning to look towards Daryl before suddenly swinging around and punching Len in the face, sending the other man to the ground.
"Well teach him a lesson, gents. He's a lying sack of shit. I'm sick of it. Teach him all the way." Joe told the rest of the group, confusing Daryl to no end as the other men converged on Len, not hesitating to begin kicking the shit out of the man.
"I saw him do it." Joe told Daryl.
"Why didn't you try to stop him?" The hunter asked in return, tired and pissed off by the games the man seemed to like to play.
"He wanted to play that out. I let him." Joe said with a shrug. "You told the truth. He lied. You understand the rules. He doesn't."
Daryl looked over to where Len was laying on the ground, taking the beating that Joe had deemed he earned before he caught the rabbit head tossed his way.
"Looks like you get the head too."
The pace that Amity was pushing along at was one that wouldn't have been sustainable had Bandit not had plenty of food and water stored away for them at his cabin.
It also wouldn't have worked if they were farther out from their destination than they were, but since they weren't, Bandit took to jogging along behind the springy redhead as she rotated between all but sprinting and jogging along the railway.
"You know, they're going to be just as much there if we walk or if we run." Bandit called out to her, keeping a steady pace but not seeing the point in pushing themselves, but then again, it wasn't his family they were after.
In all honesty, the man was nervous about Terminus.
He was nervous about what they would find there, and though he really strained to push the thought out of his head, he was nervous about being around people again.
Amity had been different. He couldn't imagine anyone not wanting the tiny fiery woman at their side once they had her along, but a group was something else all together.
If they didn't like him, he was out.
If her people didn't take to him... we was sure that Amity would tell him to hit the road as well.
Before he took down the men in the garage, that wouldn't have been a problem to him, but now... it wasn't something he liked to dwell on too much.
"Exactly why we might as well jog!" Amity called over her shoulder, sending the man a bright grin that had him shaking his head but not slowing his pace.
In fact, the sight of a large building up ahead that was off to the side of the tracks had him picking up his pace until he reached Amity, pulling the redhead to a stop before gesturing for them to get off the tracks.
He had caught a glimpse of the giant T and E scrawled across the broadside of the place and it left no doubts in his mind that they were just about to stumble into the place they had been hunting for.
"Whoa, what?" Amity asked, allowing the man to tug her into the tree line but holding her ground once they were there.
"Terminus- it's right there." Bandit told her, watching as excitement blossomed behind her eyes.
"Then what are we doing? We've got to-" She began, but the Marine cut her off.
"We need to be smart about this, Bambi. We got a couple of hours of sunlight left, not much more. We go in with weapons up, side-by-side and you don't stray. Not until we are face-to-face with your people, got it?" Bandit listed off, taking charge in a way that was so natural that Amity found herself reminded of Rick.
She considered his plan for a moment before nodding her head, agreeing to his reasonable demands.
"It's going to be okay, Bandit. If my people are there then it's going to be alright." She said, holding onto her optimism about the situation on the surface, but the woman wasn't stupid.
She knew that the place could easily be a trap set up by some twisted fucks looking to rob people.
She wasn't going to go in stupid, but she had to go in with some hope.
"Let's get going and prove that." Bandit told her with a nod back towards the tracks, following closely behind her as she moved to get back on path.
Another chapter down!
I just wanted to thank blouwoods for their reviews, but also wanted to take a moment to address something that one of their reviews brought up to the forefront of my mind.
I've been considering doing a zombie-less AU of Daryl and Amity's story if that would be something y'all are interested in? They both come from very different backgrounds and I have a ton of ideas for how that would play out if they would have met without an apocalypse or perhaps just before the apocalypse?
Let me know what y'all think! ( About the chapter and the idea of an AU story ;P )