Bailey nodded at what he said. "I know very well about losing good people. We made some friends on the way.. they didn't make it, obviously.." She said softly, looking down. When he asked about the picture, she looked back up and over at him. "I know, it's stupid to get so upset over a piece of paper, but.." She said and reached in her bag, taking the photograph out. She handed it to Daryl for him to look at. "These days, those are all you have left. Memories just aren't enough, not for me anyways." She said, giving him a half smile. "That's Craig. He's my.. was my.. boyfriend before all this happened." She said. The picture was her in a red bikini Craig picked out and him in a pair of red swimming trunks. They were on the beach and behind them was the ocean, the sun shining down on the happy couple. She was hugging his waist and beaming at the camera, he had his arm around her shoulders smiling as well. They looked genuinely happy.
"He died right when things went bad. We were at the park, and he just.. he just proposed to me. We lived in a small town, so we hadn't really heard about the virus yet. I said yes, and went to the bathroom. Something.. a walker, grabbed me. Craig saw and he pushed the walker off me. I was confused to why this person, thing, looked so.. dead. It attacked Craig.. it was after me but Craig saved me. He just got bit, but I didn't know the consequences until after so we went back to my house, I was living with Blake, and she already knew.. she said we had to kill him.. put a bullet through his head. He wanted me to do it.. so I did.." She said and closed her eyes. She wasn't going to cry, not now. She couldn't appear weak. "Anyways." She said, composing herself quickly before staring straight ahead.
"You seem like you're tough." Rick said as she explained their last encounter with their last group. "None of these people are like that. Well.. we had one, Daryl's brother, we could be a real ass hole sometimes.. but he sacrificed himself for the group, its a long story. In the end he turned out to be a decent guy." Rick said, leaning back. "Glenn and Daryl, and even Carl, were together before me. I was a cop and was shot, bringing me into a coma for a few months. I actually died, this was at the very beginning of the epidemic, and I woke up confused to what was going on. I'm surprised I survived as long as I did, but I met good people. Eventually I found my way back to Carl and Laurie, my wife. She died back at the prison. I joined the group then." He said.
"There was more of us. Andrea, Merle, and others. They have all passed, though." He said, sighing. "It's just down to us now, well we've got a couple more people. One should be here tomorrow, Michonne. She's some character." He said, shaking his head at the African American female that was close to Andrea.