3 DAYS LATER…Carl POV….

Carl took a deep breath as he stepped into Dnia's cell. He was the only one who visited her, he even brought her food. "Hey Dnia." She smiled up at him. A real smile, one that warmed his heart. The first one, that he had ever seen her give. It lit up her face and put a smile on his face as well. She had her back in a long braid and was actually standing fairly close to him. She given him more trust since he had gotten her weapons back to her, finally convincing the group that she wasn't going to hurt anyone. "Hey Carl." He sat down on the table next to her. She hadn't done the creepy thing with her eyes yet, but he had avoided all hard questions for the last 3 days, so she would start to get comfortable with him ."Or maybe… he thought to himself "you just like being near her when shes like this. Hell man you like being around her period. He had helped her set up a practice target in the room, just a piece of cardboard he had painted into a crud target, but she was happy with it. She was Practicing often lately, boredom getting the better of her. She was currently repeating hitting the target. "Could you teach me that?" He said it without thinking, he mentally groaned cursing himself. "BAD QUESTION MAN!

She looked at him frozen. He waited for her to yell or her eyes to go all creepy, or even for her to put a knife in his ass, but instead she bit her lip and nodded. "Okay." He stood back shocked when she held out one of her knifes to him. "Ya gonna take it or not?" He nodded and gripped the knife. She shook her head. "Like this. Loosen your hold." He obeyed and she nodded approvingly. "Alright now pull it back like this, you want it to be a good throw. Eye your target carefully. Arc your throw- and when you get to this point just let go keeping your eye on the target, and let go." He obeyed and the knife…. Hit the other side of the room. He laughed putting his head down his cheeks flushing red. when another laugh filled the room. Dnia was smiling even wider…and LAUGHING! LAUGHING!Dnia didn't laugh! He smiled at her. She really looked beautiful laughing.

Her face looked so much brighter. She looked more alive, not a stonewall. He smiled at her and she studied him, as if deciding on something. She sighed, biting her lip and sitting down. A man named Kanati, taught me." Carl looked up confused for a moment before realizing she was talking about the knives. Waiting for her to continue. She hugged her arms. The walker mist wasn't in her eyes, but the ice was. "I was 7 years old and starving, sitting on my mom's porch crying. She hadn't fed me in days. Well this guy, about 40 I'd say though he never told me, came up and held his hand up to me telling me to come on we'd get some food in me. Then he'd teach me how to make sure I would never starve again. He taught me how to throw knifes, track, set up snares, and hunt. Thank god he did, my sister was born that same year. I had to sell the meat to get formula and milk and baby stuff for her. Well I kept learning from him for years. Climbing, shooting, cooking, scavenging, and camping. Until I turned died from a heart attack that year. I have kept myself and my little…I have kept myself alive alone since then."

He looked at her amazed. He started noticing her nervous glance and nodded, knowing a smile would flip her out. "That's amazing Dnia .I don't think I could keep Judy alive by myself. Hell I don't think I could survive by myself period. Dnia focused on him her eyes totally freezing over, pulling herself back. There was also something else he couldn't quite place. "By the time I'm done with you, you'll be able to." She threw a knife at his feet turning her head away from him. Keep practicing, tomorrow I'll teach you more." He nodded taking the hint to leave her be for a while.

Daryl's POV….

He saw Carl head out the door and was about to leave when, he saw Dnia's head drop to her hands. She was crying. The tough little badass was crying .He sighed thinking of his reaction to Merle's death. Badass or not, she was a 15 year old girl who had no family, and had her little sister die on her watch. She pulled her shirt up a little and he was about to book when he saw she was just rubbing her hip. There was a nasty bruise on it…and two scars, with little circles scars too. He had to keep himself from screaming in rage and hitting the wall. All the damn good people get the shittist end of the stick. That poor damn girl had been burned by her mother, and God knows what else. All alone, he had Merle, Carol had Sophia, this little He was walking out the door when she dried her tears and called out. "Daryl, you can come out now."

He stepped out taken by surprise, but keeping a stone mask on. This girl wouldn't take kindly to pity. She looked up to him with sadness in her eyes, and he felt the urge to reach out and hold her, tell her everything was gonna be alright. Where the hell did that come from?!She anet your kid asslick! He thought angrily. "Ya don't gotta spy on Carl and I.I wouldn't hurt him….He's a good guy." She was studying the look on his face, and then sighed. "You saw the scars huh?" He nodded. She bit her lip and reflexively grabbed her arms. "My mom was a little bigger bitch than I let on." He nodded. "My dad was a bastard. For some reason he lifted up his shirt a little so she could see a few of the scars on his back. She nodded. "Sorry." He nodded and said "Me too." They connected in that moment; he could feel it and he could never feel that kind of crap, that's why he was so bad around watched her for a moment then for some reason said. "Ya must be suffercatin in this cage. I'll take you huntin with me tomorrow if ya can behave. Get some sleep." She nodded thanks and turned away from him. He started out for the third time and this time she called out. "Daryl, please keep this to yourself?" He turned around and nodded. "I will if you will kid."

Then he walked out deep in thought, mindlessly heading towards the yard. Carol thought this girl was a carbon copy of him. Rick thought she's exactly like Michonne, but this girl…this girl might share a lot with him, but was totally her own person. He would of never taught Carl how to throw knifes if he were in her position. Makes it easier for him to know her weaknesses, but somewhere Daryl knew she was doing that to let Carl know she trusted him. He hoped Carl knew how lucky he was, because a girl like that…she doesn't trust anyone." The thing is, Daryl thought quietly. Carl knows her too. He sees her.

He sighed feeling the cool breeze touch his face and the sun warm his body. He was going to have to talk to her, and it was gonna be hard. She was as fuckin stubborn as he was, but the guilt of her sister's death was weighing heavily on Dnia's shoulders.

…..Rick POV….

"Maggie ya seen Carl?" He jogged up to Maggie out of breath from lookin for his son. She was laying in the grass taking in the sun. She sat up letting her now longer hair fall to her shoulders. "Nope, but I bet ya two watches I know where he is!" He looked at her confused and shook his head laughing. "Okay I'll bite, where?" She laid back down laughing. "Check Dnia's cell." He raised a eyebrow but nodded thanks. What the hell is Carl doing in Dnia's cell?! He thought angrily. Carl was only supposed to go in there with an adult around. Walking back inside the prison he ran smack into Karen. "Oh Hi Karen." She smiled at him brightly."Hey Rick just headin off to watch. Where you going in such a hurry?" He smiled trying not to think of how pretty she was. "Aww just lookin for Carl." He leaned up against the wall as she threw her head back laughing. "What's so funny?" She smiled brightly at him,like he had just told her the best joke ever ,her eyes twinkled in happiness. Suddenly he wanted to reach out and stroke her hair gently pulling her close to him. Where the hell did that come from?!

He scolded himself surprised. "Nothing Rick, he's just in the with our little Fallen Angel in there. He raised his eyebrow again really confused this time. "Huh? Fallen Angel?" She laughed again. "Rick, that girl you brought back might be as dangerous as Michonne or Daryl, but she's got to be the prettiest little thing I ever did see. Think little Beth Greene might be losing her title as that girl gets older." He looked at her even more confused. "Dnia?" She smiled. "Well duh Rick. Your son Carl is in chin deep for that girl."He felt his jaw drop and she laughed harder shutting it with her finger. "Oh Rick,Rick,Rick, your comin with me too watch, we need to have a long talk about your sons first girlfriend." Speechless he let her drag him off to the guard tower, secretly hoping it be a long talk.

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