Ash clambered into the van and slammed the door behind her. Grinning at the sight of all the food and clothes which were crammed into the back.
"We hit a jackpot 'Sack," she grinned. Pushing her hair back which she believed had got to an annoying length. She idly wondered if any of the other group knew how to cut hair; not trusting Leah or Cassidy to come near her hair with a pair of scissors.
"You think this is a good idea?" Half Sack asked nervously as he started the van, faintly hearing the two cars behind them and Daryls bike start.
"Suppose. Sophia always said it was her dead Pa' beating on her and spoke nicely of everyone else. Be nice too," she muttered as an afterthought. "To have some different company, though you know I love you 'Sack," she nudged his arm playfully. "What do you think?"
"Doesn't matter what I think," He replied, habit taking over as he replied.
"Come on 'Sacky," she grinned sliding down on her seat so her feet were propped on the window. Keeping a vigilant eye out of the window as she watched for Walkers, lighting a cigarette as she did so. "You know your opinion matters to me. My henchman," she tried to coax a grin from him, and much to her joy it did so.
"I think," he hesitated, but after another nudge from Ash he carried on. "They don't trust us and that could be dangerous if they stay with us. And I just think well… Don't you think Sophias mum was a bit well weepy. I mean compared to Sophia?"
"Yeah," Ash said thoughtfully. "She thought her daughter was dead though, we'll have to see if she steps up. She won't be happy," she glanced up at Half Sacks clueless face and rolled her eyes. "If she is what she seems. She won't be happy with Sophia."
They sat in silence for the rest of the journey, each of them lost in their own worlds but the previous skills which the old life gave them handier than ever. The pair of them both alert, their muscles coiled ready to attack.
"We're here," Half Sack spoke up, making Ash jump slightly in her seat.
"I'll go and place the stuff down. Make them stay respectful?" Ash asked, tears prickling at the edge of her eyes before she clambered out of the van. The hunger making her once graceful movements uncoordinated and soppy.
"Hey, what the fuck we doin' out here?" Daryl asked, climbing off the bike as he went to walk towards her.
"We're going to put these on our brothers grave," she clenched the paper in her fists and blotted out the tears, and used anger instead.
"We're exposed out here," Carol cried, standing behind Daryl.
"We buried him here last week. A proper fucking grave with only one Walker getting close. So I'd say that it won't be that bad. Also I promised your daughter I'd leave a letter she wrote here for him. And seeing as he's the one who found her I think you might want to say your thanks," Ash growled, before turning to face Half Sack, cocking an eyebrow before kneeling down by the poorly carved gravestone.
If Ash had turned around she would've seen two things.
A glanced with Rick and Hershel shared, which seemed to communicate an underlying respect for the girl.
And a small smirk from Daryl, seemingly appreciating the brazen girl, although he clearly wasn't happy being so in the open.
Thankfully though, Half Sack saw it all.
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