They entered the building, and Daryl and Merle walked off towards cellblock C. Harley wanted to follow them, but Merle turned around. "No," he said, "wait 'ere."

Harley rolled her eyes and watched them walk away. She allowed herself to sit on a nearby bench, and took in her surrounding.

This place was almost too good to be true.

It was safe and secure; there were cells to sleep in and towers to keep watch in, and Harley was sure that there had to be a food storage in a cafetaria somewhere. She imagined all the trouble these people must've been through in order to get this prison; there should've been a hundred walkers here, to say the least.

Only 10 minutes passed until 6 men appeared. They approached her and Harley stood up awkwardly.

"So ya must be Harley then." a man stated. He was around his thirties, with dark hair and stubble. The dark circles under his eyes made him look older. "I'm Rick," he pondered. He gestured at the men next to him. "That's Shane, Dale, and Hershel."

Harley nodded once as a greeting. Hershel and Dale offered her a sad smile, while Shane only nodded back with a blank face. "We goin' ta ask ya som' questions, ta make sure ya ain't a threat. That okay?" Rick asked. He seemed to feel quite uncomfortable with the stranger, but he managed to calm Harley down. He didn't look bad or anything, she thought, while she nodded at him.

She took the holster from her belt. Shane immediately grabbed his gun. Harley rolled her eyes and stopped. She walked to a nearby table and laid the holster on the table. She then grabbed the three knives.

Hesitating, she lowered herself onto her knees and grabbed 2 small sheaths out of her boots. Merle's mouth turned into an 'o' while the younger Dixon rubbed his eyes in frustration. They turned to whisper at each other in disbelief. Harley smirked and walked back towards the men.

"Mind if I give ya body search?"

Harley looked at Shane, who scowled at her. Harley raised her eyebrows at him, but Merle was the one to speak. "Now I don't think 'at's necessary. Already gave Lara Croft 'ere a search in tha woods." When Harley looked at him, he winked at her. Harley hid the grin and shook her head. Shane, however, was not convinced. "Well seems ta me ya ain't searched 'er well, judgin' from those knives in 'er boots."

Merle looked at Rick for back up, but he only sighed and nodded. "Can't put tha group on risk. We don't know 'er." Rick mumbled sadly while locking eyes with Harley for a brief moment.

Shane stepped forward and grabbed Harley's arm. He put her against the wall before Harley could possibly do or say anything, and performed the body search. For some reason, Harley felt extremely uncomfortable under his touch, yet she kept her mouth shut. "Clear."

She turned around and gave Shane an frustrated and arrogant glance. Shane wasn't affected by this, while Merle chuckled from amusement.

"So, why don't we all take a seat?" Hershel said while he nodded at the table in the middle. "Y'all just wann' 'ave a nice chit-chat, while 'er group could be outta there spyin' on us an' waitin' ta attack?" Shane snapped while he looked at Rick. Rick raised his hand. "Shane, calm down. Screamin' ain't goin' ta get us anywhere." he sighed.

"We been with 'er for one 'n a half day. She ain' a threat, just a lil' bit feisty, 's all."

Everyone looked at Merle.

"Found 'er bein' attacked by a walker. When I killed tha sumbitch, I made sure she wouldn' attack me. Managed ta piss 'er off a bit, so I guess 'er outbursts 'r mah own fault."

Harley laughed. They turned to look at Harley.

"Sorry." she said embarrased as the turned her face away. Daryl smirked.

"I'm sure princess ain't gonna do no harm ta anyone." Merle continued while he ignored her laughter. He looked at Rick.

"I agree with Hershel. Why don't we all take a seat, so we can relax a little bit. I am sure that Harley here would like to rest her legs a little bit, as for Merle and Daryl." Dale spoke suddenly. Merle nodded at him as a thanks. They eventually sat down on the bench, Harley between Merle and Daryl. She flinched at first, when she was squeezed between the two men, but relaxed eventually.

"So, Harley, I think everyone here is wondering; are or were you with a group?" Dale asked with a friendly tone. Harley forced herself to smile at the man and his calming voice. "No, I wasn't. Though I was with my family for months, but I ended up alone." she replied, ignoring the look Shane was giving her. Rick nodded. "Ya killed walkers?" he asked. Everyone was paying their full attention now. Harley frowned. "Yes.. Why?" she replied, thinking about how stupid that question actually was. "How many?" Rick continued. Harley shrugged. "I don't know. 50? 100? 500? Who knows?"

Rick gave her a satisfying look before continuing.

"Ya killed humans?"

Harley shook her head. "No."

Suddenly, they all stood up. Rick nodded at Harley and turned around. They walked back into the cellblock again. Merle and Daryl stood up as well. When Daryl saw her questioning look, he sighed. "Goin' ta 'ave ta discuss whether we goin' ta let ya stay with us 'r not." he said, answering her thoughts. Harley pressed her lips together. "Who the fuck says I want to stay with you? I just want my weapons and supplies, and I'll be on my way."

Merle walked towards the girl and lowered himself on the ground, leaving their faces only a few inches away from eachother. "Listen now princess, we doin' ya a favor 'ere, dont'cha go ruinin' that on us. Like I said, ya ain' got nothin' out there, ya might s'well stay." he grumbled in his lower voice. Harley sighed.

Daryl rolled his eyes. "Just leave 'er be." he sighed. Merle turned around. "Ya dumb? Governor has shitload more people than these pussies 'ere. We need all tha people we can get, Darylina." he growled back. Daryl understood right away and nodded. Harley raised her eyebrows. "Governor?" she repeated sheepish. Merle shook his head and gently squeezed her shoulder. "Another time princess, we gotta get ya a residence permit first, alrigh'?" he smirked. Harley nodded.

Merle stood up and followed his brother towards the cellblock. Daryl turned around and gave Harley a reassuring nod.