The woods were silent except from the sobs coming from Maggie, who was now shaking on the forest floor beside Gareth's body; Glenn was on the ground beside her, his hands underneath her elbows from his failed attempt to catch her when she fell. Everyone else was silently standing around them. Not knowing what to say or what to do; their shoulders becoming rigid every time Maggie breathed out an ear piercing howl.

She had been alive, like Daryl had thought she was; just hours ago, she had been alive. And now, she was really gone? It didn't seem real, how stacked the odds were against them.

"Mags, shh…shh." Glenn was trying to coax the oldest – and now only – Greene sister to her feet; his eyes darting from Maggie to the corpse beside her as he did. Daryl knew he feared it reanimating while they were vulnerable.

However, the second Glenn tried to lift her, Maggie twisted her body in all directions and tried to push him away from him, her arms flailing. Her husband was thrown off a bit – his legs staggering – but kept his grasp on her. Maggie continued to push away from him and howl.

The eyes of the group members darted around; waiting for someone to step in and help Glenn. Daryl wanted to help; he wanted to do something for Maggie. But he could hardly take his eyes off the bloodied braid he was clenching in his fist.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Maggie screamed at Glenn, who she finally managed to successfully push off of her. Glenn's eyes flashed with hurt for a moment, but then he backed away as she crumbled into herself; understanding he wasn't want she needed.

What she needed was her sister.

"We can't just stand here," Michonne warned, looking at the corpse and then around at the surrounding trees. She began to take a step forward, but awkwardly stepped back as Maggie's eye flashed with anger.

It was Sasha who got up the courage to approach her. Sasha – who knew the hurt of losing a sibling – walked right up to Maggie and carefully kneeled down in front of her. "Maggie, we're here for you. We are all here for you. And we know you gotta mourn. But we can't stay out here."

"We gotta find a place before it gets dark," Rick agreed.

Maggie didn't look at either of them, instead her eyes trailed from the blood soaked leaves, to Daryl, then to his hand. He was still grasping onto the braid. It was only thing they had left of her. But it wasn't his to keep. Nothing ever was. So he clutched it tightly, until his knuckles turned white, and then staggered over to Maggie.

He stopped right next to Sasha and extended his arm, opening his palm up to her. Maggie stared at it for a moment then moved her shaky hand up to grab it.

"Maggie?" Sasha repeated herself.

Maggie looked at the braid for a moment and trailed her thumb across the woven strands, then nodded to say she was ready. Glenn began to inch closer to her again to help her up. Rick was already finding the best direction to head. When he decided, he jerked his head and, slowly, the group began to follow.

Except for Daryl.

"So we're just gonna leave her?"

"What?" Rick turned and asked him.

Daryl looked back at the compound, smoking in the distance. "I said, so we're just gonna leave her?"

. . .

Every time Beth breathed, it felt as though her entire body was bruise; no…as though her entire body was bruised and someone was pressing down hard on the bruise. She couldn't even unclench her fist, in fear of crying out and revealing she wasn't really asleep.

Moments after Tyreese had handed her Judith and Beth had fallen to her knees, she left nothing but joy. But as she stayed there, on the road, crying, she could tell that her vison wasn't just blurring from the tears. Carol could tell too, as Beth begun waddling slightly, and plucked the baby out of her arms just before Beth toppled over.

For a second, everything was blank; but then Beth fluttered her eye lids open and could feel Daryl scooping her into his arms. No…Daryl's not here, Beth reminded herself as she looked at Tyreese.

"Daryl's not here," she repeated, out loud that time.

After that, she'd fainted.

She'd woken up, in agony, almost twenty minutes ago, but she hadn't done or said anything. Carol and Tyreese were in the middle of a conversation; one she wasn't supposed to be a part of.

Tyreese was talking. "What are we supposed to tell her about –"

"– that's the last thing we need to worry about, Tyreese," Carol interrupted him.

"And what about the others…"

There was a pause, then Carol spoke again. "No. That would just upset her."

Beth listened harder. Who were they talking about? The others that had been in the cars? The ones from their group that had escaped. Terminates? Daryl? Beth still didn't understand why Carol had even been at Terminus.

Suddenly there was a shifted in the conversation. Beth couldn't quite tell if it was the same subject and a different angle, or a completely new one.

"And what about Daryl?" Tyreese asked.

Beth stiffened. Then relaxed slightly, feeling eyes drifting onto her.

Then Carol spoke. "We have to consider our next moves carefully."

Tyreese didn't reply to that. Like Beth, he was probably analyzing Carol's words and the meaning behind them. To Beth, it felt like when her father used to say maybe to her doing something. Like, maybe they'd consider getting Daryl.

Beth couldn't help herself, he body stiffened completely and she hauled herself up of the floor

"So we're just gonna leave him!?" Beth yelled, attempting to throw her arms up in rage and groaning. "THIS IS DARYL WE'RE TALKING ABOUT."

Tyreese walked up to her and carefully tried to get her to settle back down to the floor. Carol was walking swiftly behind him. "Of course we're not going to leave him."

"Okay then let's go!" Beth reached for her belt, but realized it was empty of all knives. She looked around the shack quickly, spotting her weapons in a pile on a rickety table. Beth moved to get them

However, Carol cut her path off immediately by side stepping. "Beth, we had to carry you in here a few hours ago."

"So?"

"So, do you think you can make there walk there and back and fight the walkers?" Tyreese said, grabbing onto her upper arm gently. "You're wobbling right now."

Beth pulled away, wincing as she did. "This. Is. Daryl."

"That doesn't change the fact that you're not strong enough," Carol argued, still blocking Beth's path.

"So what? You're just going to leave me here to look after the baby?" Beth could hear her voice rising, but couldn't control it. "Like every time before?"

"Beth…"

"No! I've seen all of you…countless times…bounce back from whatever injuries you've gotten."

Carol sighed. "That's when we've had to, Beth. You don't have to, we're here."

"Yes I do. I promised I wouldn't leave him!"

I'm a despicable human being (if you didn't read that in Rupunzel's voice I'm only a little mad). Waddup my home dawgs. Guess who updated finally. ME? Yes me! I'm sorry, but graduating was my top priority - I know I'm so selfish - my bad. Anyway, try not to hate me and try to enjoy this chapter.