The next morning, Petra was no where near as talkative as the day before. It was obvious she was still upset over something said the previous night. She led Daryl in silence back to the truck and once they had both thrown their bags in, she started the engine. She handed over the map she had from yesterday. "Show me where we're going."

Daryl took the map and pointed at The Hilltop. It was where he had originally been expected to go, and at least most of the group wasn't there, so he didn't have to worry about their safety if he ended up caught. Especially considering what Petra had told him.

Examining the map, she shifted the truck into gear and drove off in silence, other than roar of the engine.

She travelled down a gravel road, never taking her eyes off it. It wasn't so much that Petra was upset that a stranger would ask about the people she's killed, but that she had to remember why some of them had to die. It had taken so much work to not think about what had happened.

"I saw her go this way."

Petra held her breath and pushed her back further against the tree, trying to stay as silent as possible. Her hand shaking as she covered her mouth to stifle any noise she might make.

"Well keep looking, we can't let someone like her get away."

She heard laughing as the voices began to get further away. Inhaling quietly, she tried to formulate a plan. 'No weapon, no help... shit. Certainly got yourself in a mess now.' She thought.

Before she could take a step in her retreat, she felt a sharp pain through her scalp as her hair was wrenched back hard from behind.

"Found her."

"Watch out!"

Petra snapped out of her thoughts to see a walker in the middle of the road just in time to swerve to avoid it, just barely missing it. Gravel and dirt from the road spraying everywhere with her sudden movement. She slowed her speed as she regained her composure. Lighting a cigarette, she inhaled the smoke deeply, finally regaining her original speed and calming her shaking hands.. "The hell was that about?!" Daryl snapped at her.

She turned on the radio and turned the music up and continued smoking, as if he hadn't said a thing. As if her day dream hadn't happened and she had been driving normally the entire time.

He spun the volume dial back down to off, becoming more irritated. "The fuck's your problem?" He yelled.

"The fuck is yours!" She retorted, "Rule one when I'm driving: you don't touch that dial."

Daryl scowled at her. "I'm trying to trust you here, but you're making it pretty damn hard."

"I saved your ass and didn't kill you in your sleep, should be enough to trust me." Petra sighed, never taking her eyes off the road.

Tension filled the air as Petra cranked the radio dial to the right, sending music through the speakers. "Besides, you were the one prying and asking about shit." She muttered only loud enough for him to hear it over the music.

Frustrated with how childish this woman was acting, Daryl turned the volume off completely again. "The fu-" She started.

"Those questions," Daryl shouted, cutting Petra off, "My group asks everyone them. It's how we get an idea of who to trust. You want my group to let you in and then leave? We need the answers."

Petra sighed, realizing her emotions had gotten the better of her again. "Sorry..." She whispered.

Silence took over the vehicle again as Petra considered what to say to explain her offensive behaviour. She looked over at Daryl, who had just lit a cigarette. "I haven't really had time to get over everything. Been trying to forget a lot of things." She explained.

Returning her focus to the road, Petra continued to drive. It wasn't a lie. She didn't want to think much about the betrayal she had faced, her dead husband, or the 'challenges' that kept popping up whenever she thought it was safe.

She soon could see a walled in town on a hill. Soon she could be on her own again. No emotions to remember and no walls to keep up. Just drop off her passenger and leave as soon as possible. She couldn't stay... No. Petra wouldn't stay. At least being alone she was only responsible for her own safety.

"This is it." Daryl stated, "Just try to play nice. Its really not up to me what happens from here."

Nodding in understanding, Petra handed him the gun she kept under her seat. He shot her a confused look from behind his wild hair and she smiled. "I'm unarmed. You know where my gunbag is. If I get shot or something, I'm blaming you."

He grunted in understanding and placed the gun under his own seat. It was a small handgun, worn and old with a distinct etching of lucille in the handle that had partially scratched off in an attempt to remove the brand. A stolen gun.

As they neared, he leaned out the window. The wind blew his hair out of his face as they slowed waving at the gate. "Open up!" He yelled, pulling himself back in the window when he saw Maggie on the other side of the gate ordering the gate open.

The newfound leadership suited her although Daryl still felt that familiar pang of guilt as he made eye contact with her.

Once Petra had pulled the truck in, she cut the engine, staying in her seat with a lit cigarette in hand. Daryl got out, motioning to her stay put. "What took you so long? We were starting to worry." Maggie inquired, hands on hips as she made her way towards Daryl.

"Missed you too," Daryl teased, handing her one of the bags that held toys and baby food. "Ran into trouble. Girl in the truck helped me." He explained as he motioned to Petra still smoking in the driver seat.

Maggie raised her eyebrow, her eyes scanning the silver haired woman who was currently looking of into space. "She safe? You trust her?" She asked, knowing that Daryl was quite good when it came to judging a persons morals quickly.

He nodded. "She gave me her guns. She's unarmed right now. Girl's no threat to anyone but the saviors."

Shrugging in understanding, she took her baseball hat off, scratching her head through her short brown hair. "So what's her name? I'm going to have to talk to her."

"Petra," He stated, "Go easy on her. She's been alone a long time."

With that, Maggie began to walk towards the truck. "Hi. I'm Maggie. Thanks for bringing Daryl back." She explained, holding a hand to Petra from outside her open truck window.

Petra grinned, her eyes dancing in the sunlight. "No problem. When can I leave?"

Almost taken aback, Maggie stood her ground. "Not until I can talk to you, I'm afraid. Sorry, it's just how we do things." She flatly spoke.

Laughing, Petra hopped out of her truck, stomping out her butt on the ground. "Don't apologize. I understand."

With that she held out her own hand to shake Maggie's, finally accepting the gesture with a smile. "Shall we then?" Maggie asked, gesturing towards Gregory's house that she had basically taken over.

Petra followed, nodding her answer. Daryl followed close behind Maggie, whispering to her, "She knows stuff about the Saviors. Stuff about Negan that I didn't even know."

Trying to to appear visibly shocked, Maggie's eyes shot to him. "Was she one of them?" She half growled, half whispered.

Daryl shook his head. "No. But she has one of their radios. She's been listening to them."

Understanding just how important this woman would be to ever planning a successful attack against the Saviors, she prepared herself mentally for the questions she'd have to ask and the painful answers she would have to hear. If what Daryl had said was true, this conversation could be one of the most important ones in a very long time.

A/N: So I'm not really good at writing heavy dialogue chapters. I'll probably end up editing the first few chapters later, since I find I suck at writing the start of anything. I'm not too sure when my next upload will be. I have another chapter on the go right now, but I can't really guarantee it'll be done this weekend... oh well XD R&R :)