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Summary: Betrayed by two people Daryl thought he could trust, he now stays with the group for Carol, Carl, Beth and Judith. When he befriends Allana a young woman whose life has been destroyed because of the Governor, he forms a strange bond with her over the grief of loosing loved ones at the hands of the ones they thought they could trust. Co – written with NadWri.

No Rest For The Wicked

Chapter 1

A gust of wind blew, dishevelling the red heads tight curls. She sighed, pushing her hair back from her eyes and continuing along the dusty path. The back road she'd taken was lonely, but it was nothing she couldn't handle. She was use to fending for herself; she had been longer for than she cared to remember. This was a little different though. It wasn't always people she was fending off, but zombies. Yeah, a little bit unreal, but shit happens.

Allana Richardson sighed, heaving her heavy black rucksack over her bony shoulder. It had been awhile since she'd had anything to eat and the hunger pangs were getting worse, gnawing at her with an uncomfortable regularity. For a moment her thoughts began to drift. Her legs had two black, leather holsters on her thighs with two glocks in them.

She did that a lot since the world had gone to hell a year ago. It was the loneliness, she guessed, the empty feeling of no one beside her to share her thoughts with.

She quickly snapped back to reality, silently cursing herself for not being alert, when she heard a gunshot ring out. A branch snapped as a bullet hit it and she instantly turned to face her attacker.

A gun was pointed right in her delicate face. "Don't fucking move bitch." Holding the gun and grinning slightly, almost mocking her was a man. His voice held no hints of weakness. The coldness in his eyes revealing, that he posed a very serious threat and wouldn't hesitate to gun her down.

Allana slowly reached her steady right hand into the back pocket of her tattered jeans. Feeling the knife she always kept close, she grasped it. Without a moment of hesitation, she stabbed the man in the throat. Blood splattered across her face and down her shirt in a random pattern.

"Don't fucking think so bastard." She spat with venom before slamming the blade into head. Allana wiped the blood from the knife on her jeans and shot the man one last look of disgust. She had to get moving. God only knew this guy wasn't alone.

She started to run.

Allana was breathing heavily, her boots barely touching the hard ground beneath her feet. Her hair was whipping around her, hitting the sides of her face, with was now plastered with sweat. Her legs were felt disconnected from her, no tiredness entering them.

She didn't tire the way people normally did anymore, but lord knew she didn't qualify as normal.

She shook the thought out of her mind, focusing on putting one foot ahead of the other.

She couldn't let herself stop, let herself think or worry, only run. She had to keep running if she wanted to live. She kept pushing herself to move until an unfamiliar man crashed into her without warning.

Caught off guard, she stumbled back, trying not to fall. Her normal, familiar instincts screamed for her to keep running, but a new voice whispering, urging her to feed into his flesh. Forcing herself to ignore it, she focused on the stranger.

Her breath got stuck in her chest when she saw the crossbow the man had pointed in her face. He looked like he was more than ready to use it on her if he had to. His face was disturbingly calm and collected, eyes bright blue, sharp as a blade and just as cold. There was dirt smudged all over him and scruff along his jaw from months without shaving. He definitely wasn't from Woodbury.

Allana took an unsteady step back. "W-who the hell are you?" she asked breathlessly, her chest heaving up and down.

The stranger narrowed his blazing blue eyes. "Who the fuck are you?" he shot back.

The pair silently stared each other down, neither wanting to be the first to speak. Gunshots suddenly rang out, forcing them to look away from each other.

Daryl swung around, his crossbow still aimed. A man stood there, his gun aimed steady, but not at him. It was pointed at the woman he had just been aiming at. He glanced at her, noticing she didn't even flinch at a gun being pointed at her chest, just stared the weapon down with a sort of dark humour in her eyes. What in the hell's name was going on? Was she trying to get herself shot?

Allana stood motionless. She watched the man's lip twitch upwards for a moment. There was no point running or putting up a fight.

She knew the bullets wouldn't hurt. Nothing hurt anymore.

The man pulled the trigger and the bullet sprang towards her chest. She almost wanted to laugh already knowing how this would end.

Blood sprayed everywhere, shooting out in rivers from her chest as she stood her ground.

Daryl's eyes widened and eye brows shot up as he watched her stand- riddled with bullet wounds- that same look on her face, expression revealing no trace of pain as she dove forward and sliced her attackers throat. As if she was completely unharmed, like the holes in her torso were a delusion.

Allana hardly blinked as the bullets rained down on her, penetrating her flesh. She kept on walking towards the prison, snarling when she saw the Governor staring down a rag-tag group of survivors who looked worn to the bone. The two groups stared each other down, despite Woodbury clearly outgunning the people from the prison, their army consisting of at least one young boy, a kid really.

Breaking the stand off, she took out her two glocks began firing at Woodbury's army, watching the soldiers fall without batting an eye.

Pandemonium broke loose and she could vaguely hear the sounds of the Governor shouting out orders, forcing his men back into position.

"HEY GOVERNOR, REMEMBER ME?!" She snarled as she shot, all eyes focusing on her as she kept up her attack, ignoring the gunfire tearing through her.

Allana got a twist of satisfaction when she saw Michonne turn pale when she saw her. She'd deal with her later.

"Hello Allana, nice to see you after three months how are you?" he asked knowing what he had done to Allana in those months.

She smiled darkly and shot one of the Woodbury men who had been about to shoot the leader of the group.

The Governor pulled his gun out and pointed it at her head, "Ya know that won't kill me right thanks to your fucked experiment" Allana said amused.

The bullet hit her in the head and she fell to the floor, blood trickling down the left side of her temple as the bullet slowly came out as the wound healed.

"Now you've really pissed me off." she said darkly.

The rag tag gang backed away scared of this girl. The Governor and she knew each other, then talks of a fucked up experiment and of course, being shot again and again but not dying. After two good shots, she should be dead, deader than dead. Then, a gun shot to the temple. Why wasn't she dead!?

Allana took a minute to compose herself before she managed to push herself up onto her feet. She wiped at the blood running down the side of her head, as everyone watched her carefully. The Woodbury gang all had their weapons pointed at her, but their fingers were only hovering over their triggers. Probably the best idea. They would only have been wasting ammo.

She sensed there was still someone behind her. A quick glance over her shoulder told her that it was the man with the crossbow she had come across. She wasn't sure if he was just a lone survivor or if he was with the other group here, but he had his crossbow aimed and ready. It wasn't aiming at anyone in particular. The Woodbury men more, but it would have been able to fire a shot in her, had he wanted to. Whether or not this other group were a threat to her was yet to be determined, but she had other issues to deal with at the minute.

She took a couple of steps towards the Governor, reaching for her gun, and lifting her arm to aim straight at him. He didn't seem to be scared, only amused, as she got closer. Did he think this was some kind of game? She'd kill him, take his other fucking eye out and make sure his people suffered as much as possible. As much as she had. Maybe this was too good for him. He deserved to be killed slowly, some form of torture might have been more appropriate.

"You've ruined my fucking life!" she snarled at him, as her finger moved to pull the trigger. But before she managed it, there was another round of gunfire from 'Phillip's men and she was knocked to the ground once again. Not injured, just hit with the force. Not having enough time to reposition herself to fire, the Governor and what was left of his men climbed into the vehicle they had arrived in and began to drive away.

"This isn't over," he called out his window, but Allana realized he wasn't speaking to her. That was meant for the leader of the other group.

She felt several pairs of eyes on her as the car drove into the distance. Every member of the group at the prison was staring at her wide eyed, worried and warily. She could get out of here now, escape and get on the road again. Rethink her plan and make her way back to Woodbury, and then she could make them pay for what they did. Especially the Governor and Milton for their damn experiments. Everybody here had been too caught up in gunfire to notice what had happened to her. Everyone except the man with the crossbow. He had seen everything.

"You saved my life," the leader of the group walked forward a few steps and regarded her carefully. He had been selective about who he took in now. He had pushed out Tyreese and his people after the incident at Woodbury. He had to protect his group. But this girl didn't look like much of a threat to them. She looked thin and frail, not to mention she was covered in blood, possibly from assorted injuries. And she had just taken out a man who was about to put a bullet through his head. He owed it to her to offer some help. "And it looks like we have the same enemy."

It had been a while since she had interacted with other people properly. She only stared at the man as he got closer. She fought the urge to back away. What was he going to do? Shoot her? She shouldn't have to worry about things like that anymore. But she was more worried about what it would be that she would do to him. And his people. She noticed there were a few other women in his group, by the look of things. Not to mention the kid that was there.

And then there was Michonne. Michonne knew exactly what she was. And what she had been through. Things seemed to have worked out fucking alright for her though. She had found herself others to stay with. Shelter. More ammo by the looks of the gun she was holding, along with her ever present katana.

"My name's Rick and these are my people." He gestured behind him and offered her a slight smile. The man with the crossbow moved from his position behind her to stand next to Rick. "Can we help you in anyway?"

Were they offering to take her in? Be a part of a group again? It sounded so... good? They had a roof over their heads here. Maybe not a lot by the looks of them, but they probably had some kind of food too.

"No," Allana replied hesitantly. "I... have things I have to do." For the safety of everyone there, she had to say no. It was the right thing to do. Wasn't it?

Rick looked like he hadn't been expecting to be turned down. "Alright. Well, I guess all I can do is thank you then."

Allana gave him a sharp nod of her head. She then gave Michonne a quick look, narrowing her eyes slightly, so hopefully no one else would pick up on the fact that they knew each other. Someday, she might come back and deal with her too, but right now her main target was in Woodbury. It wasn't the time to be sidetracked. She picked up her rucksack off the ground where it had fallen during the gunfire, and refilled the contents that had spilled out. She didn't own much at all anymore, but she was alive. Mostly. And that was all that mattered.

Without looking at the prison again, preventing the temptation to stay, she turned and walked back towards the forest. For the first time in a while, she felt an emotion that had been buried away. Sadness. She could have made friends there. Had a chance at having a family again. Was it something she would ever know, or was she destined to be alone now?

Everyone else watched her go, before Rick turned to his group. "We have to get back inside, rethink the plan. That was cutting it too close." One by one, they headed back in, all except for Daryl.

"Got somethin' to take care of, I'll catch up," he informed Rick. Rick looked at him worriedly, but nodded anyway.

"Be careful."

Daryl started to follow the path the girl had taken. He wasn't exactly sure what the fuck he had just witnessed. Had he been seeing things when each one of those bullets penetrated her skin? No. he wasn't crazy. She had been shot, and he was sure of it. Yet, she had gotten back up and continued to fight. There was a small blood trail that he had been following, which was simple for him thanks to his excellent hunting abilities. And it didn't take long before he found her.

He sneaked up quietly behind her, having become somewhat of a stealth master. And she had no idea that he was there, until he reached to grab her wrist and spin her around. Before she could do anything, he pointed his crossbow in her face. "What the fuck are ya?"

Allana looked at him then, recognising him.

"You're Merle's brother aren't you?"

She remembered from the night she had managed to escape. How everyone had been gathered in that damn arena, too caught up watching the Governor's sick idea of entertainment to notice her getting away. Merle, the man who had protected her so many times, had been in the ring, alongside his brother as they were meant to fight to the death. She hadn't stuck around long enough to watch, but it looked like at least one of them had gotten out. In fact, she was almost thankful to this man, it was his friends who had brought in the smoke bombs had made it easier for her to get away.

Daryl tightened his grip on her, at the mention of his brother. It still pained him to think about it, every damn time. "How'd ya know that?" Was she one of the Woodbury people, maybe something had gone wrong and she wanted revenge?

"He saved my life, looked after me and... He was my friend." She explained to him.

"Where is he?"

After the initial run-ins with Merle, he had changed. Started to see the Governor for what he really was. And he hadn't liked it. He wasn't one to shy away from a fight, but he didn't abuse woman. Ever. So he had taken it onto himself to look after Allana.

Daryl let go of her, and turned away, so he didn't let his emotions show. He kicked at the ground as his voice became weak. "Dead."

Allana blinked in shock, hurt running through her as she came to grips with the fact that Merle was dead.

"How, how did he die?" She asked gently.

Daryl looked away as he remembered having his brother's blood on his hands.

"One of my group..." Daryl paused, anger and resentment all coming back to him. "Gave up my brother to the Governor." Fucking Glenn. "I should have done more to stop them." The Governor still hadn't kept away from them anyway. Merle's death had been for nothing. He wondered why he was telling her all this. He didn't even know her.

Then again, if she had been a friend of Merle, she must have been something good. Merle sure as hell didn't have many friends.

Allana looked at him sadly, even more depressed that one of the remaining people she liked in her life was gone.

"Why do you stay with them?"

He took in her question, why did he stay; Daryl sure as hell didn't owe them anything.

But he stayed for Carol, Carl and Judith, that was the reason.

"Come back with me." He said suddenly.

Allana snapped her head round to look at him.

"I... I can't." Yes. She could. She would. But she shouldn't. "Like I said, I have stuff I need to do."

"I can help you," Daryl replied, unsure of where he was going with this. There was something about her. He wanted her to stay. "Like Rick said, I think we have the same enemy. Come on."

Allana looked at him wearily, "You don't know what I am". She warned.

"What? A walker hybrid who eats raw meat, girl Merle talked about yer." Daryl said with a smirk.

"That doesn't bother you?" she asked, waiting on him to do the same as everyone else and try and take a shot at her.

Instead, he shook his head, and gestured towards her rucksack. "Want a hand with that?"

Allana smiled at him and handed him one of her rucksacks as they walked back to the prison.

"Would everyone be pissed at me, if I killed Michonne?" She asked him seriously.

Daryl paused as he took her question.

"Depends, why?"

"She knew what was going on... and didn't do anything."

Allana knew there was no point in having self-pity, but it had pissed her off completely.

"I asked her to help me find a way out, and she just left me there. Merle was the only one who was going to help."

Daryl felt disgusted at what Michonne had done.

"Did they rape yer?" He asked gently.

Allana chose not to answer directly, only lowered her head slightly. "The Governor's a sick man."

She realized then she was still unsure of his name, only remembering Merle speak about him occasionally. "It's Daryl, right?"

"Yeah it's Daryl Dixon." He said with a small smile, taking in the beautiful emerald eyed red head.

"Allana Richardson." She said smiling as they reached the prison.

"Shall we get ya inside? Take a look at those cuts an' scratches?" Daryl gestured to where there was blood smeared on her skin. He wasn't quite sure if they were hurting her or not, but best to offer. "We have somewhat of a doctor."

"Sure," she smiled gently, for the first time in a while. "Do you think they'll be OK with me? What I am?"

Daryl considered it carefully as he spoke. "Aside from Michonne and Glenn, they'll love yer. Judith will fuckin' bounce with joy." He said with a rare grin.

"Who's Judith?"

"Youngest member," Daryl paused, deciding it was best not to explain everything about Rick, Shane and Lori. "Only a couple of weeks old."

"She yours?" Allana asked, suddenly feeling a pang of jealousy. Did he have a family apart from Merle?

Daryl shook his head, his dark brown hair blowing in the wind. "No, she aint mine, she's Rick's daughter, his wife Lori died giving birth to her." He said quietly.

Allana blinked thinking of her deceased child with sorrow, "I'm sorry." She said softly.

"Ain't yer fault." He said coolly.

They reached the gates where a young boy and a Korean man opened the gates.

"Daryl, can we talk?" He called out and Daryl's eyes narrowed.

He looked at Carl. "Take Allana to Hershel."

She didn't like the thought of being separated from Daryl, unsure how the others were going to react with her, but she followed the young boy away into the cells. Eventually they reached one with an elder man in it. He looked to be missing a leg. "Daryl asked me to bring her here," Carl informed him, as the older man came closer.

"Let's take a look at you then."

Daryl glared at Glenn still barely having spoken two words to him since the Merle incident. "The fuck do ya want?"

Glenn looked away, feeling guilty but sure he had done the right thing by giving Merle over to the Governor.

"Who's the girl, Daryl?" He asked quickly, Daryl barely spoke to him or Rick after what he had done to Merle.

"Why? So you can go hand her over to the governor to save yer sorry ass like yer did with my brother?" Daryl spat at the man he once considered a brother.

"I thought it would help," Glenn said quietly, looking away. "To save us, the whole group!"

"Great fuckin' plan, right" Daryl snarled, walking away from him. He walked into the cells where he knew Carol and Beth would be watching Judith. The older woman looked up at him with a smile.

"You got her to come back?

"Yeah," Daryl walked closer and smiled down at Judith. "Can I take her to meet her?"

"Of course," Carol nodded as Daryl lifted her carefully out, before he left to seek Hershel and his cell.

Allana sat down quietly as Hershel tended to her cuts which were slowly healing with his help.

"If you don't mind me asking, how did this happen to you?" He asked gently.

Allana grimaced. "It's a long story." As Daryl came in with a baby.

Warily, Daryl sat down beside her, as he cradled Judith in his arms.

"She's beautiful," Allana said softly as she reached out, smiling when the baby wrapped a finger around her thumb.

"Yeah, she is," Daryl agreed, although he wasn't sure whether he was still talking about Judith, or about her.

Allana smiled as Judith crooned at her, her large dark blue eyes staring at her in wonder.

"Hey, you." She said smiling at the innocent baby as Hershel cleaned her cuts.

"I'm going to have to clean this, I'm afraid it rather deep." Hershel said pointing at a painful jagged cut on her right shoulder.

"I never thought I'd see another baby again," Allana admitted, as Judith held onto her.

Hershel worked carefully and gently, but she still felt the twinges of a sharp pain every now and again.

"You, hurtin'?" Daryl asked, noticing the grimace on her face.

Allana shook her head. "Barely hurts at all". She said as Michonne came in and Daryl tensed.

"We need to question her Daryl." She said impatiently.

"So that you can, blow her brains out as well?" Beth asked who came into the cell block.

"No, we don't," Daryl growled. "She ain't the enemy." As far as Daryl was concerned, the Governor wasn't his biggest enemy either, they were within his group.

"Beth, can ya get her some clean clothes?" Daryl asked, and the younger girl who seemed friendly enough smiled and left. "Let's find ya somewhere to rest."

Allana nodded and Hershel smiled at her as he finished cleaning the cuts.

"Just don't move around much and you'll be alright." He told her kindly.

She smiled at the older man "I will thank you."

She followed Daryl to the cellblock as a man stepped in her way.

"I know what you are."

She watched him carefully as he moved closer, seeming to be analysing her with his gaze.

Daryl stepped in front of her, almost protectively. "She ain't a threat to us. If anything, she's help."

Glenn glared at Daryl, "We don't even know who she is or what happened to her!" He exclaimed.

"Back off Glenn." Carol said who had joined them.

"I know who you are." Allana took a couple of steps forward and looked at the young Korean boy. "You were at Woodbury."

"Yeah," Glenn replied nervously, feeling Daryl stare at him.

"I know what he did to you, the Governor, and what he did to your girlfriend." The Governor had often bragged about it when he was around. Allana lowered her head shamefully. "He did the same to me."

They all stared at her including Carl, "What?" Glenn asked shocked.

Allana jerked towards Michonne. "She's the reason I am what I am."

Michonne swallowed as everyone turned their attention onto her. "I had to get out of there Allana; I was looking for a way out for us."

Allana only stared at her coldly, not knowing whether to believe her or not.

"I think ya should go," Daryl stared down Michonne as he gestured towards the door.

"BULLSHIT MICHONNE, YOU FUCKING LEFT AFTER KILLING PENNY. YOU RAN LIKE A COWARD WHILE THEY RAPED ME AND KILLED MY BABY BROTHER LIKE A DAMN DOG, YOU RUINED MY LIFE!" She screamed at her, her face turning grey slightly.

"Is she okay?" Sasha asked worried seeing blood stain her vest.

Michonne backed away, as Allana pulled a knife out.

Before she could do anything, Daryl gripped onto her hand. He wasn't a huge fan of Michonne himself but this wasn't the way to settle things. Not in front of everyone else.

He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and pulled her off into the direction of a cell. "Ya need to lie down for a bit, rest. Or those wounds just gonna keep openin'." His mind raced now she had finally admitted she had been raped. And her brother had been killed, just like him.

"We'll deal with her later."

Allana felt her eyes burn with tears as she thought of her brother, Dylan had been twelve years old when this had happened.

"I'm sorry for going off like that." She said guilty as they went into a cell.

"I don't blame ya," Daryl stated, straightening out the blanket on the bed inside the cell for her. "I lost a brother too."

"He was only 12," Allana said sadly, feeling the tears well up.

"M'sorry," Daryl said, knowing the pain she was going through. "But, yer safe here."

Allana looked at Daryl hesitatingly. "How did... Merle die?" She asked quietly.

Daryl gripped his crossbow as the memory took hold.

"It was two days ago."

"Glenn and Rick drove him back to Woodbury. I followed on foot. They told me to stay here, but I was gonna find him a way out of there."

She watched him quietly as he retold the story.

"The Governor got hold of him, an' put him in the arena. Gathered the whole town to watch. Let all the walkers straight in, no hesitation. They tore him apart. I was too late."

"That's awful," she whispered softly, her hand having reached out to rest on his arm soothingly before she even realized.

"By the time I got there, the only thing left of him was his army dog tags and a photo of us as kids with our momma. Since that happened I've never forgiven either of them for what they did, I trusted them, thought of them as family and they did that". Daryl said remembering finding his brother in pieces.

"Dylan tried to save me from the lab." She said quietly.

Everything that Daryl was feeling.. She knew. Too fucking well.

"He... He was caught. By Shupert. Took him to the Governor, and they... they killed him right in front of me."

She felt the first tear slide down her cheek. The first time she had let herself cry in a while.

"The Governor laughed as he let him be eaten by his fucking daughter, my baby brother died by that bastard. I could hear him screaming for me to run but I couldn't." She choked.

"He died trying to save me," she finished quietly. "But the Governor, he got to me, and I couldn't stop him. The things he did..."

Daryl gently thumbed away her tears, "Ya don't have ta; tell me no more if ya don't wanna". He said quietly.

Allana's eyes fluttered shut. "Thank you." She said before falling asleep.

He waited a minute before speaking "No, thank you."

Daryl sat on her bed and watched as her chest rose and fell softly, as she drifted into sleep. She looked completely exhausted.

He didn't leave her cell, but opened up the rucksack she had been carrying, He emptied the stuff into her cell, hoping to make her feel more at home when she awoke.

And his heart sunk when he reached the bottom and found a photograph. Allana and who he assumed to be her little brother, standing grinning at the camera.

It had been taken before the dead had risen obviously; He put it on the bedside drawers and placed her sword next to her.

He sighed before leaving the cell, taking a sleepy Judith with him.

Maggie walked towards him then. "Rick wants a meeting."

"Course he does," Daryl mumbled, as he bounced Judith in his arms. Reluctantly, he followed Maggie into the area they had been using for dining.

Carol took Judith from him, as he sat himself away from everyone else, distancing himself as much as possible.

What did Rick have to say now?

Rick stood up as he surveyed everyone; Daryl sat away from everyone his crossbow in his lap as he looked around.

"Does everyone agree with Allana being here?" He asked calmly.

"NO!" Michonne and Glenn called out.

"Ya fuckin' left her," Daryl growled, standing up. "Left her to get raped and watch her brother die."

"Is that true?" Rick asked, looking disgusted over at Michonne.

"Yeah," Daryl answered. He found himself having a strange connection to the girl. They knew what the other was going through. "If she goes, I go." He knew Rick would need to let her stay that way.

Michonne sighed "Not this again." She snapped at him.

"Can I just say that if Daryl and Allana go, so do I". Carol said calmly.

"Hold on just a minute, we barely know this girl." Glenn snapped.

Daryl gave Carol a nod of appreciation. Beth looked at the two of them. "Me too." Her and Carol had grown close, after spending so much time together with Judith. Glenn looked almost betrayed, thinking that he would have Beth on his side because he and Maggie were close.

"We barely knew her an' we brought her in," Daryl waved his arms towards Michonne. "Though I'm startin' to think that was a stupid fuckin' idea."

"Don't look at me like that Glenn; you lost me after that stunt you pulled with Rick taking Merle to the Governor." Beth snapped.

Maggie shifted. "What do we know about her?" She asked quietly.

"She doesn't look dangerous," Carol stated, knowing she wouldn't have allowed Daryl to take her Judith if she thought she was.

"She ain't," Daryl confirmed. "She's been through a lot, wants the Governor dead as much as we do."

"Why though? Why does she want the Governor dead?" Rick said noticing the look of disgust that Carl shot Michonne.

"We'll find out." Michonne said as she stalked towards Allana's cell.

"The things he did to her," Daryl growled, reaching a hand out to prevent Michonne getting past. "Ya know!"

"Like what he did to me?" Maggie asked quietly, making everyone stop and turn to look at her. This was the first time she had spoken about what had happened since she came back.

"Yeah, only a hell of lot worse. I ain't saying anymore cause it aint my story to tell so back the fuck off before shoot ya with a fuckin' arrow." He snarled at Michonne.

A pale figure stepped out of the cell then.

"It's OK," Allana assured Daryl coming out of her cell. "I got this."

"Maybe we should go somewhere, talk this over?" Michonne suggested.

Allana nodded calmly and followed after the older woman and Rick, tall and proud.

"I don't like this." Carol said nervously.

Axel agreed.

"That woman's not right in the damn head."