The sun had set for a few hours before Daryl returned to the house. He didn't catch much, a few squirrels and snakes. They had a good number of mouths to feed, it clearly wasn't enough but it was something.

Maggie had set a fire in the fireplace. It was not a very safe move but they needed to cook the meat and then put it down. Once he finished skinning his prey Daryl handed it over to her. Glenn was sitting on the couch, eyes closed, a hand on the side of his stomach where he was hurt. Daryl turned to Maggie as she started to put the pieces of meat on sticks.

"How is he?"

"He's okay I think. We found some bandages and antiseptic cream. Hopefully it'll help prevent an infection."

Maggie seemed tired, worn out. She didn't even try to hide the worry in her voice. Daryl softly told her he'd finish with the cooking.

"Go take care of Glenn. Get some rest."

Rick had been looking over the both of them and as Maggie went to sit next to Glenn, he left the side of Carl and Michonne to kneel next to Daryl by the fire.

"Have you told her about Beth?"

Daryl stopped moving. He hasn't heard her name in so long. He muffled a negative "hummm" along with a nod.

"She has a right to know."

Daryl stared at the fire and he started biting his upper lip nervously. He knew Rick was right. He knew he needed to tell her sister what happened to Beth. But he wasn't sure he would be able to say those words out loud.

"Yeah. I know".

"Whenever you're ready."

Rick was able to read the pain in Daryl eyes. He put his hand on Daryl's shoulder making him start in surprise for a second. It got him out of his thoughts and he turned his head toward Maggie. No it was not gonna be easy.

After everybody was fed with a bit of meat and can food, they all set up to sleep and decided on the watch schedule. All of them decided to stay in the living room which was rather large and could easily accept nine people. No need to be separated in case of an attack; they would all be close to make sure they could defend each other and run together if they were overcome.

Maggie took first watch and sat on the couch, closer to the main window in the living room. That way she didn't have to leave Glenn's side. He was awake now and the antiseptic cream seemed to have helped, he was able to get up earlier and eat a little. She took his hand in hers and blinked a few time trying to keep the tears in.

Daryl approached silently. He pulled a chair close to the sofa and looked at Maggie.

"What is it?"

"I… I got out of the prison with Beth." He said almost in a whisper.

Maggie opened her eyes widely in surprise and leaned forward to Daryl as she needed to get closer to hear him better. Daryl's voice was weak and he coughed a bit to clear his throat.

"What? What do you mean? Where is she? Why- why wasn't she with you then?"

"She got out of the bus to look for the kids. The bus was gone when she found me. And we ran. The place was fucking swamped with walkers, we had to leave." He paused, looked at the floor. He knew this would hurt, telling Maggie, with her eyes locked on him looking for answers. He feared the moment when he would have to tell her she was gone because of him. Because of his recklessness.

"We were on the road together for a while. Weeks, maybe months. I dunno know how long exactly. And there was this house. This funeral home. It was stocked up with supplies and we stayed there for a couple o'days. And this mutt showed up at the door. She…" He paused again, his eyes drifting to the side. He remembered her smile when he mentioned the dog. How it brought a spark in her eye. But then the guilt and the anger of falling into this damn trap overcame him. He didn't even notice how the emerging smile on his face faded into anger and pain. He locked his jaw and clenched it a couple of time before starting to speak again.

"The dog was a trap. It came back later that evening and a dozen walkers with it. I told Beth to run and wait for me up on the road and when I managed to get out she was gone."

He stopped. The words were so hard to get out of his mouth. He was not the best communicator but this was another level of pain.

He hadn't noticed that Rick and Carl had approached to hear this. Those who weren't sleeping were also listening in the distance. It was too quiet and this was making it tenser, exposed, and harder for him to tell Maggie.

"What do you mean… 'gone'?" Breathed out Maggie in shock.

That was the question Rick didn't asked. At the time he felt it wasn't necessary. It wouldn't change anything and it would only bring more misery in Daryl's eyes.

"A car took off when I arrived on the road. And her bag was on the floor. She struggled. She… I think she was taken. I'm not sure. I ran after the car. I tracked it for hours. And at a crossroad I didn't know where to go. I… stopped. I didn't know where she went." His eyes were on the floor. Maggie was apathetic, trying to process Daryl's words.

"She is alive," she finally said her eyes fixed on her lap. "She wasn't in the bus. I thought... I thought she had never gone out. I thought…"

The silence in the room was heavy. Daryl was looking at the floor, fearing to meet her gaze. Maggie put her hand on Daryl's cheek and lifted his head to meet his eyes.

"She's alive."

"You don't know that. S'been weeks."

"We need to find her." Maggie stood up, her stare still locked on Daryl. "She's out there. We need to find her."

Her voice was strong and everyone was looking at her. Some wondering what was happening, others with pity in their eyes.

As Daryl stood up to face Maggie, Rick put his hand in front of her. He saw how Daryl reacted and he knew Maggie's words had change something and he could feel the hope regaining him.

"Hold on hold on. How do you want to do that? How would you even know where to start looking?"

Daryl cut Maggie short, "I know where this funeral home is. I know where I stopped tracking."

Maggie started pacing up and down in the living room. "We need a map." She looked at Daryl filled with hope, her eyes wide. "We should look for a car in the morning and go out there."

"Maggie, Maggie," Rick tried to reason with her. "We're all too weak and we need to make sure we are safe. And she's probably…"

Rick stopped, looking at her, the belief of this possibility to be reunited with her sister was blurring her judgment. He needed her to understand that Beth might not be alive anymore.

"No! She's alive! I know it! I knew for Glenn and I found him!" She screamed pointing her finger at Glenn, still sitting the couch with fear drawn all over his face. "We have to try! We have to try. It's my sister. It's… She's family! I need to find her. For daddy… For Judith."

She was on edge but she chose her words carefully. The name of Judith hit Rick in the guts. He still wasn't ready to hear her name. Michonne came closer and put her hand on Rick's arm as a reminder to stay here with them and not go there, in the dark place of his mind. Carl backed up a little bit and let Michonne be there for his dad.

All this time Daryl was silent. After running in Joe's group, after their fight to save themselves from those people, after Terminus, he had lost all hopes to see Beth again. To make up for his mistake. To save her. But Maggie's determination reminded him so much of Beth. How she was certain all the others got out of the prison while he was convinced he would never see them again. But here they were, almost all of his family together again. Beth's words echoed in his head.

Wouldn't kill you have a little faith.

Last time he had faith it almost killed him. Looking for Sofia in the woods for days. He hadn't been able to find her. She was dead. And it hurt. When he saw her coming out of the barn it was probably the first time he felt that deep soreness in his chest, the pain of his loss, Carol's, and of his inability to find her.

Pretty soon I won't need you at all.

But he was the one who needed her. Her smile. Her big blue eyes filled with hope. How could he have lost hope to find her? How could he have done that to her?

Daryl finally opened his mouth, and calmly said: "We'll find a map and a car. I can go look for that in the morning with Maggie. Nobody needs to come with us if they don't want to. We can stay here for a few days. Maybe more, who knows."

Maggie was shocked and relieved; she took a deep breath, feeling like she had stopped breathing when Daryl started talking about her sister.

Glenn stood up with difficulties, holding his side, "Are you sure?" He looked at both Daryl and Maggie. "I mean… I know you don't want to hear it but we can't know for sure if she's still alive. It might be hopeless."

Maggie gave him a hard look although she understood it was his way to worry for her. He probably didn't want to see her leave after what they went through to find each other.

"Beth taught me lots of things when we were together. But the most important one was that you shouldn't give up on people. Won't kill us to have a little faith. We need to look for her."

"We need to find her." Maggie said finally.