A/N: Based off of Daryl looking at the hand print that said Sofia at the day care. Not the best, just thrown together, hope you enjoy though. :)
The stale, yet crisp air floated around the dim room as Daryl paced around it, shards of glass from the broken window crunching beneath his boots.
He held his crossbow, constantly loaded and at ready as he walked around, waiting for Maggie to load up on the diapers she had found.
The walls were decorated with the usual pre-school type stuff. Scribbled drawings and neon posters, all with some creepy, smiling teddy bear in the corner.
One of the four walls however, was devoted to colorful paper hand prints. The colorful prints filled up the whole wall, on each was written a name.
One hand print caught Daryl's eye. He squinted to read it. Scrawled across the palm of the paper hand in almost unreadable handwriting, obviously belonging to a child:
Sofia.
Daryl stood still, his throat suddenly becoming dry. Memories poured in his brain, the memories he had tried so hard to forget.
Seeing the little girl run blindly into the woods, two walkers on her heels.
Giving Carol the Cherokee Rose and knowing that he gave her hope.
Seeing the same girl, Sophia, stumble out of the barn, barred teeth and rotting flesh.
Carol running toward her daughter, mind set on holding her one last time.
Staring down at the girl's grave, blaming himself.
Something shot deep through Daryl's chest right then. A mixture of feelings he was unable to put words to.
He could hear Maggie saying his name, but her voice sounded so faint, like she was far away.
He swallowed thickly and tore his gaze from the wall of hand prints. He set his face in it's usual stony expression, turning and following Maggie down the hall.
Carol's screams seemed to echo through the walls.
Again, not the best, but hope you liked anyway.