A/N: Seriously, I have to find time to rewatch the show. D:

I've been struggling with this because I feel so bad about what happened/happens to Sophia.

Thanks for reading!

Prompt: Hiding

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"For as much as I love your car, I'm really starting to hate it…" Anna trailed off, knocking a knuckle against the half-rolled down window.

"You an' me both." He muttered, following Rick's car as they travelled down the highway. Dale's RV lumbered ahead of them all, slowly stopping at a congested part.

"Daryl, can you scout ahead, see if there's another path?" Rick asked, hopping out of his car. They retrieved Merle's bike from the truck bed, and Daryl started the engine and rode ahead, throwing a grim look to Anna.

She nodded, letting him know she'd be okay. She walked over to Carol, holding Sophia close.

"You okay? It's only going to be a few minutes." She smiled at the two reassuringly.

"We can't stay here overnight…" Carol whispered, pushing Sophia gently towards Carl. The young girl ran off, glad to be away from the adult talk.

"We won't." Shane said, interrupting. Anna tried not to glare, and looked towards Dale instead. He was hunched over, directing Glenn from behind as they worked on the engine.

"S'all blocked." Daryl came back soon, the unmistakable roar of his bike coming back alerting them all.

"Let's check the cars for supplies." Rick instructed, pointing down the road. "Stay close."

Anna wandered among the cars, looking for food, medicine, and clothes. She paused outside a minivan, seeing an open suitcase in the trunk. Luckily, the car was unlocked and Anna opened it, waving Carol and Lori over.

"Look at these! How pretty… Not very practical though." Anna held up a pretty little red shirt, then handed it to Carol. The older woman smiled as she held it to herself.

"Ed never let me wear such pretty things…" She explained, hesitating to put it down. Anna put a hand on top of hers.

"Keep it. No one needs it now."

"Get down! Under the cars!" Rick hissed at them, gesturing them to get down. Anna dropped to her stomach, Lori and Carol climbing under a car together. They had their eyes trained on their children, the two under cars nearby. Anna watched as decrepit feet stumbled by, her eyes searching for Daryl.

A few cars back, Daryl was frantically searching for Anna, finding T-Dog instead. The man had a large, long cut down his forearm, blood seeping out and attracting their 'company'. Turning, he saw the horde approaching, a few early stragglers coming straight for him. Daryl stuck his hunting knife into the skull of one and tossed it onto T-Dog, hoping the scent of the dead would overpower the fresh blood. He killed another, pulling it onto him to mask his scent as well.

Closing his eyes, he prayed. Sorry I never much talk to ya… But if ya could, keep 'er safe, will ya?