So I realized I forgot to do a little "how I imagine my character" thing so here it is in addition to another one added in the next chapter.

Dove: Phoebe Tonkin
Julian: Devin Bostick

Dove had nearly jumped out of her skin as a gunshot rang out through the quiet forest. Her hazel eyes had snapped straight to Lori who came to a halt and looked around like a startled animal. "You hear that?"

Daryl spoke up from the head of the group, "We should keep movin if we wanna get back before dark." He kept the group moving as best he could and Dove waited as Carol walked over the other woman.

"Cmon, Lori," Carol spoke softly as she placed a hand on Lori's arm, "Let's get goin. I'm sure everyone's just fine."

Maybe it was motherly instinct, but it didn't take long for Lori to stop again.

"We all heard the gunshot, Lori," Daryl spoke up again.

"Why just one gunshot," Lori sounded panicked. Dove thought she had a point.

"Maybe they took down a walker." Daryl also had a point.

Lori scoffed, "Please don't patronize me. You know Rick wouldn't risk a gunshot to put down one walker."

Dove sighed and ran a hand through her hair, "Maybe he didn't. Maybe it's someone else further off? Some people might not know that sound attracts them."

That didn't help soothe Lori's worries at all, it seemed, since she just stared at the younger woman. "Anyone in our group would do it quietly, you know that."

Carol rubbed Dove's arm lightly, "Shouldn't they have caught up with us by now?"

"Nothin we can do about it anyway," Daryl started to look around the woods. He was keeping his cool surprisingly well. "Can't go runnin around these woods chasin echoes." Lori questioned him yet again and he just shrugged. "Keep workin our way back to the highway. Look for Sophia as we go."

Dove nodded her head. That definitely sounded like a better plan than wandering around the woods following a gunshot that they could barely tell where it came from.

Andrea spoke up," I'm sure they'll meet up with us back at the RV." The most sense she's made all damn day.

Any positive thought that Dove had towards the blonde woman quickly left her head as she stepped towards her sister. "I'm sorry for what you're going through," she heard Andrea say. Dove felt Carol's grip on her wrist tighten as she turned on her heel to face the two. "I know how you feel." Her stomach turned. Sophia isn't dead it's not the same thing.

"I suppose you do," Carol replied. "The thought of her. Out here by herself…" Carol trailed off again as Dove stepped forward and placed a comforting arm around her sister. "It's the not knowing that's killing me," Carol's voice cracked. "I just keep hoping and praying she doesn't wind up like Amy." Dove felt her eyes widen at this. It was a very subtle way of telling Andrea that she had no idea what they were feeling. At least Andrea knew. At least she got to mourn. All they had right now was an empty Sophia shaped hole in their lives that would either be filled with dirt or an alive, but very scared, little girl.

Andrea did not look the least bit happy as she took one of Carol's hands in hers. "We're all hoping and praying with you, for what it's worth." It's not worth shit, Dove thought.

Lost in her thoughts, Dove took a step backward as Daryl walked closer to them. She narrowed her eyes slightly at him as she looked him up and down. She was five seconds away from losing it but what he said surprised her. "I'll tell ya what it's worth," he looked between all three of them. "Not a damn thing." Dove's eyebrows shot up as she opened her mouth to reply, but Dixon just continued. "It's a waste of time all this hopin and prayin. Cause we're gonna locate that little girl, she's gonna be just fine." Her hazel eyes shifted towards her sister who looked just about as astounded as Dove felt. Her heart leapt up into her throat; at least there was someone else who hadn't totally given up on the fact that Sophia could still be out there somewhere. "Am I the only one zen around here? Good lord."

The corner of Dove's mouth quirked up into a small smile as she met Lori's eye. The other woman looked just as amused as they started off after the redneck once again. Even in the end of the world, people were full of surprises.

Dove fell back from walking with her sister and fell into step next to Rick's wife. "I'm sure everyone's just fine, Lor." Dove sighed as she gave Lori's shoulder a light pat. She turned to the older woman, a small smile on her face. "Ya know what one of Sophia's favorite movies was growin up? Peter Pan." Lori laughed quietly. "She loved that stupid song about following the leader," Dove chuckled as Lori let out a small snort of laughter.

"I know exactly what you're talkin about," Lori smiled as she rubbed Dove's arm. "We're gonna find her. They won't stop lookin until we do." For the first time all day, Dove felt some sort of peace as her gaze fell on the man leading the group.

"I see that now," Dove turned and forced a smile.

The woods were quiet for a while before they decided they should just circle back to the highway. It was a mess and Dove felt like she was on a different planet. She just wanted to make it back to the RV and sleep but apparently, the world had other plans.

"How far are we," Lori sighed.

"About a hundred yards. As the crow flies," Daryl called back over his shoulder.

"Too bad we're not birds," Andrea grumbled.

"Speak for yourself," Glenn glanced over his shoulder at Dove.

She flipped him off and grinned, "Fuck yourself." The lighter mood was broken by Andrea screaming for help. "God she's gonna get us all killed," Dove hissed as they ran off towards where the screams were coming from.

Her eyes almost bugged out of her head as she laid eyes on a woman on horseback. Did she just say that Carl was shot? Lori didn't even ask question as she started to pull the pack off her back and handed it towards the younger brunette. "Wha…" Dove shook her head as she tried to take in the new information.

"We don't know this girl," Daryl tried to talk Lori back but she was already on the horse. Another few seconds and they were gone. Dove clutched Lori's backpack in her hand as Daryl snapped at a walker to shut up. Her hazel eyes scrutinized Glenn and she gave him a soft slap to the back of the head as they started moving again.

"Put your eyes back in your head, Glenn."

"Climb down out of my asshole, old man," Daryl growled at Dale and Dove just rolled her eyes as she helped Carol over the guardrail.

"Seriously, Dale. He tried to stop her but Lori wasn't having any of it. Can't say I really blame her with how the past few days have been," Dove shifted her gaze back to the older man.

"Besides, Rick sent her. She knew Lori's name and Carl's. She wasn't just some random person out there in the woods," Daryl stalked back off towards the RV. Dove leaned against the guardrail next to her sister.

Carol sighed and leaned her head on Dove's shoulder. "We're never gonna find her if we keep fightin."

Dove frowned and brushed a hand through Carol's short hair. "Definitely not figthin as much as we were in Atlanta. That has to count for something." She felt Carol nod as she closed her eyes and tried to focus on her breathing again.

"You think Carl's alright," Carol spoke softly.

"Has to be. That woman said that he was alive. If someone's taking care of him, he has a way better chance than most people do right now," Dove sighed.

The first thing that the group noticed when they finally pulled back together was that T-Dog looked bad. All of them looked tired and they had all definitely seen better days, but he looked bad. Dove tried to keep her hands from shaking as she pressed a clean shirt to the man's head. "You're burnin up, man."

T looked out of it as he chuckled, "Ya know, there's better ways to tell a man that he's hot." Dove rolled her eyes and pressed the t-shirt into his hand as she stood up again.

Glenn looked on in worry as he pulled his hat off and ran a hand through his hair, "He alright?"

"He's got a fever but his sense of humor is just peachy," Dove threw her hands in the air before bringing them to rest on top of her head. She shook her head as Dale began to talk about moving on from the highway.

"I can't do it. We can't just leave," Carol pleaded.

Dale shook his head, "The group is split. We're scattered and weak."

"What if she comes back and we're not here," Carol's voice got louder. "It could happen."

Dove shifted weight to one foot as she moved her hands down to scratch the back of her neck. "She's right," her gaze shifted around the group, fixated on her sister for a moment, before her gaze shifted to Daryl. He seemed to be the only one really hopeful so it was worth a shot. "She comes back, we're not here and what? She runs off into the woods and gets herself killed? I won't…I won't leave. You guys all go one then. Me and Carol will stay."

Daryl shook his head, "That's a real bad plan. If we wanna do something, we gotta plan for this. I say tomorrow morning is enough to pull up stakes," he continued as Dove felt Carol grip her arm. "Give us a chance to rig a big sign. Leave her some supplies. I'll hold here tonight, stay with the RV." He pointed towards the camper.

"If the RV is stayin, I am too," Dale shrugged his shoulders.

"Thank you," Carol smiled a little bit.

It did make Dove a little wary that Andrea was staying and Glenn was being sent off. "Me? Why is it always me," Glenn rolled his eyes. Dove couldn't help but agree with him. Dale did have a good point about the farm and T-Dog. She really wasn't in the mood to lose anyone else.

"Get him to that farm and see if they have any antibiotics," Dale explained and Dove nodded her head as she listened. She didn't notice Daryl move until she heard him shuffle around.

"Why'd you wait until now to say anything," the man shook his head as he brushed past the younger woman. "Got my brother's stash." Dove stepped forward with wide eyes as she took in all the drugs that were in one bag.

"I knew that fucker was methed out of his mind," she whispered to Carol. Carol hushed her younger sister as they looked on.

"Some kick ass painkillers," Daryl tossed a bottle towards Glenn. "Doxycycline," Dove wrinkled her nose as she watched Daryl toss another bottle towards the Asian man. "Not the generic stuff neither. That shit's first class."

"Why did Merle have all this stuff," Andrea questioned as her eyes scanned the bag.

"Old prescriptions and shit," Daryl spoke as he picked the bag up from the hood of the car, " And Merle got the clap on occasion."

Carol mumbled a quiet, "gross," from beside her sister.

Dove turned her head and wrinkled her nose at Daryl as he walked back over towards the motorcycle. She called towards him, "Ya know, I never thought I'd have to ask you to not overshare!"

Dove never particularly liked being on watch, she felt like it put too much pressure on her. Still, it didn't feel like she had much of a choice with Daryl and Andrea out lookin again and Carol crying in the back of the RV, there was no way sleep was coming to her easily tonight. So, with a blanket tossed over her shoulder and her Walkman in her pocket, she found herself on top of the RV. "To what do I owe the pleasure of your company, Sawyer," Dale spoke softly as he stared out towards the road.

"Can't sleep. Worried about Sophia. Carol's cryin," she trailed off as she pulled her blanket tight around her shoulders.

"Worried about Daryl and Andrea out there in the dark," Dale questioned and she thought she saw a small smirk on his face but it was gone when she faced him.

"A little bit. But if you tell either of them about that, I swear I will push you off this roof," she chuckled as she reached into the pocket of her coat and pulled out a pack of cigarettes. "I ever tell you about my mom?" She questioned as she placed a cigarette between her lips and took a few moments to light it. Dale shook his head in the negative. "My mama was the best. Carol's mom didn't like her much. Her parents got divorced when Carol was small but her mama still insisted that he left her for my mom," she snorted and shook her head. "She would call my mama a 'no good man stealin gypsy bitch'. No of course, I had no idea what that meant when I was little so I had no idea why she didn't like me."

"A gypsy bitch," Dale nodded slowly. "That's certainly colorful."

Dove chuckled as she waved some smoke out of her face. "A few generations down, some of her family immigrated from Romania so I guess to her it made sense." She paused. "Carol's mom was a hateful bitch but my mom treated Carol like she was her own whenever she came to visit."

Dale smiled a little as he turned to look at Dove, "You guys are far apart in age, right?"

"12 years," Dove confirmed with a smile as she stared up at the sky. She pointed her finger, "You see that star right there? That's Spica. My mom used to sit out under the stars with me and she would always point that one out to me."

Dale quirked an eyebrow, "Why that one?"

"I'm a Virgo," Dove shrugged her shoulders and pulled up the sleeve of her shirt. "That's why I got this. It's the sign for Virgo hanging from a crescent moon. My mom loved that shit. She used to do palm readings and stuff for her friends too when she had free time."

Dale smiled lightly. "Your mom sounds like quite the fascinating lady."

Dove sighed and pulled the blanket tighter around herself, "Yeah…she was." She cleared her throat, "Ya know, if you wanna go down and get some rest, I got this for a little while. I think I'll wait for Andrea and Daryl to get back. Carol might be asleep by then and maybe you can take back over," she shifted her gaze to the older man.

He looked like he was ready to fight with her about it, but there was a look in her eyes that told him it wasn't worth it. She wasn't leaving this roof until she heard something. A hand on her shoulder was all she needed to tell her Dale was going to leave her in peace for a while. After a few minutes of silence, she sighed and reached into her pocket. As she slipped one earphone in, she couldn't help but smile as she hit the play button on her Walkman. I have a dream started to play and she sank back into the lawn chair. Her eyes scanned the road and woods in front of her as she hoped for any sign of life as ABBA started to soothe her.

A clunk sound shook her out of the different world she had sunken into after she'd flipped the cassette to the B-side. She hit pause right at the peek of one of her favorite songs as she turned her head to look at the end of the RV. Her heart leapt in her chest as she saw Daryl peek over the edge at her. "Didn't find her," Daryl shook his head as he stepped onto the roof and Dove sank back into the chair that she didn't even notice herself rise out of.

A heavy sigh escaped her lips as Daryl sank down to the roof beside her, his legs hanging over the edge of the roof of the RV as he stared out into the woods. It was silent as Dove held her pack of cigarettes out to him and waited. "Least you tried," Dove mumbled as she started to fiddle with the crystal around her neck.

"Found a guy out there. Poor bastard hung himself but didn't shoot himself in the head," Daryl grunted as he blew smoke out into the night sky.

Dove rubbed her forehead, "Anyone ever tell you that you're real bad at starting a conversation?"

"Nah," Daryl shrugged his shoulders as Dove raised an eyebrow at him, "Don't really talk to many people."

Dove stared blankly for a moment, "Was that…was that supposed to be a joke?" Daryl's answer was a shrug and Dove's response was a short chuckle.

She watched as he sat up slightly and reached into his pocket, "Meant to show you this before. Found it when I was searchin through one of the cars when we got back from lookin before." Dove stared at him as he pulled a small chain out from his pocket and held it out of her.

The brunette stared for a moment more before she reached a hand out from beneath her blanket and carefully took the small chain from it. "What is it," she squinted at it as she examined the small charm that hung from the chain.

"St. Anthony pendant. One of the cars had it hangin from the rearview so I grabbed it," Daryl flicked his cigarette out into the road. "Patron saint of lost things. Figured it couldn't hurt. They weren't usin it anymore anyway."

Dove just stared at the small pendant in her hand and wiped at her face as she felt tears spring up in her eyes. There was a sharp intake of breath as Dove nodded her head before pulling the pendant over her head and settled it right next to her crystal. "Thank you," she trailed off as she stared out into the woods. She sniffled again as she cleared her throat. "Should probably go get Dale so he can take over again. Told him I'd only keep watch until ya'll got back and I don't want him bein nosey." Daryl laughed at that. Dove sighed as she rose to her feet and she looked back and forth from the woods to her feet as Daryl stood up and they walked to the ladder together.

"You wanna go down first," he motioned with his hand.

Dove nodded and chewed on the inside of her cheek for a moment. "Yeah." She paused before she reached forward and wrapped one arm around Daryl in an awkward sort of hug. She felt him tense up during the brief second, just as she felt the tears start to roll down her face. "Thank you, Daryl," she smiled softly as she gave his arm a squeeze before she descended down the ladder.

She wasn't surprised to see Dale and Andrea waiting around the front of the RV as she rounded the corner. There was silence between everyone as Dove looked back down at the ground before she shuffled forward and into RV as Daryl held the door open. She heard lighter footsteps on the roof as she settled down in bed next to her sister and she was somewhat comforted by the fact that Andrea was on watch and not Dale. The poor old guy needed some rest; hell, they all did.