Glenn had already dug the graves for Carol, T-Dog, and Lori. After their bodies were buried, Glenn led Daryl over to a big oak tree that was a bit spaced out from the prison, although it was still in the fenced in perimeter. Mickey's dagger was stuck right in the middle, and had a red ribbon tied to the handle. "Until we find her." Glenn said. "Whenever I want to give up, or I feel like I'm losing hope.. I just look at this and think about Mickey. Then I don't want to give up anymore." Daryl clapped a hand on Glenn's shoulder. "Thank you... I know you miss her too." Glenn gave Daryl a sad smile. "She's always been like a younger sister."

The amount of losses was beginning to take its toll on the group. With Rick currently out of his mind with grief, Daryl stepped up to fill in his position. Later that day, he took Oscar and Carl back inside the prison to look for Mickey. Daryl made sure to analyze every single detail, in particular how every slain walker they came across were in groups of two's and three's. His body filled with adrenaline. If Mickey was still alive, then how was she able to take down all these walkers. It wasn't like he didn't have faith in her though. What if she's bit? What if I'm too late? "No" he said aloud, shaking his head. "What?" said Carl. "Nuthin..sorry." And he was..for a lot of other reasons. He immediately sympathized with Carl..he had lost his mom at a young age too. After finding nothing more, they headed back to the cafeteria for a break, Herschel was off to the side holding the baby. Rick came in soaked in walker blood from head to toe, with an ax gripped tightly in his hands.

"We, uh..took care of the bodies and everything..Carol though..well we couldn't find Carol." Glenn said, rubbing the back of his neck nervously.

"And Mickey?" Rick asked. Daryl looked up from his hands.

"Still lookin'. There were walkers in all the hallways we checked."

"Dead?" Daryl gave a tiny smile.

"Yeah..from stab wounds." Glenn's head snapped up before Maggie came over to him and put a comforting hand on his shoulder, a gleam in her eye.

Rick nodded before pulling Daryl over to the side, out of earshot from the rest of the group. Glenn watched them curiously. "Listen..I now what it feels like to be looking for someone that means the world to you..and from what you've found, well I have faith that Mickey's alright...just dont wear yourself out too much with all the searching." Daryl looked Rick dead in the eyes. "My girl is still alive. I'm not gunna rest until she's back here with us." Rick looked at him with understanding and watched as he shouldered his crossbow before disappearing again through the door.

He made his way back to the hallway he had searched with Oscar and Carl before going further. He was completely intent in his search. Thought you were done lookin' for people? A voice popped into his head. What he had said to Lori that night on the farm had been true at the time. But it didn't matter a thing now. This was Mickey.

He turned a corner before spotting a total of five walkers dead on the ground. Blood was all over the floor and the walls. He stopped dead in his tracks at the sight of a deep red, bloody smear on the door that was so similar to a hand print that it almost made him keel over gagging. Surely Mickey had to have come across this..and from all the blood, he was certain of it. He sank down to the floor and gripped fistfuls of hair in frustration and agony. He gripped the knife in his hands tightly before using it to stab anything he could. The floor, the wall behind him. His vision blurred until everything seemed to take on a reddish tinge until the image of Mickey mauled by walkers drove him over the edge. The door in front of him opened and shut quickly, blocked by the body of the walker in front of it. Daryl leapt to his feet and yanked the door open with a yell before slowly lowering his hunting knife. Carol was lying in the doorway. Hungry and thirsty, but otherwise okay. A rusty machete was lying in her lap. Daryl checked her over for any bites or scratches, and upon finding none, piked her up to take back to the group. He didn't even bother trying to swallow down the bitter disappointment.

The group stared in shock as Daryl came in through the door with Carol before laying her down on a bunk i none of the cells. Maggie and Beth immediately rushed in and started cleaning her off, and after she was fed and given water, she could sit up fully without help. She turned her head towards Daryl. "Thank you" He nodded stiffly before walking away. Rick had pulled him away as soon as he walked in and saw Carol. Daryl gave him the account of how he came across her.

"So your telling me that she was holed up in a closet with five walkers dead outside?" Rick asked.

"Yeah." Said Daryl. " She had a weapon on 'er. Mustv'e done 'em in herself."

She had the machete with her..what if she took care of all those other walkers you found? You said they had stab wounds." Daryl took a step forward.

"What're you tryin' ta say?" By now the rest of the group was listening in. Rick stared at the ground a minute before hesitantly looking Daryl in the eyes.

"Daryl..what if Mickey's-"

"Right here" The voice was very hoarse, but recognizable. Daryl spun around on his heel and stopped breathing at the sight before him. Mickey was leaning against the entrance to the cafeteria. She was very pale and had a gash on her forehead. Shadowy blue circles were around her eyes, and if he looked close enough, could tell that she was shaking from head to toe. Daryl put a hand over his mouth before collapsing to the ground on his knees. Mickey made her way to him slowly before falling into his waiting arms as he held her close to his chest. He was full on sobbing now, but didn't care that everyone was there to watch. He stroked Mickeys hair.

"Ma little soldier..my Mickey"

"I found you..Dale helped me." Mickey said almost inaudibly. Glenn steadied himself against the wall and watched the scene through his tears. The group was slowly closing in on the pair, and Rick knelt down and put a hand gently on Mickey's head before smiling warmly at Daryl. A few tears in his eyes. Glenn shuffled closer to them and reached out an arm to Daryl, and the two braced each others forearms warmly. Daryl Dixon wasn't one for miracles..but this..this made him believe.