Dove wasn't sure how long she'd slept for, but the sun was already shining and the RV was moving when she opened her eyes. Bleary eyed and still feeling tired, she rolled over onto her back as Carol shook her awake. "Mornin, sleepyhead," Carol smiled a little as she brushed Dove's hair back off her face.

Dove sighed as she rose into a sitting position. "How long was I out for?"

"A decent time," Carol sighed as she sat next to her sister. "They wanted to wake you up when we were setting things out for Sophia, but I told them that you needed your rest."

Dove scoffed and ran a hand through her hair before she pulled a hairtie from her wrist. "You're one to talk about needing sleep," Dove mumbled as she held the hairtie between her teeth. She was pulling her hair back as she listened to her sister.

"Shush. Daryl held true to his word. Made a nice big sign on the back window of a car and all that. Said someone should try to circle back at least once a day until she comes back," Carol sounded confident in the efforts of the redneck and Dove couldn't help but agree with her.

A few moments later, they came to a stop as people came filing out of a big farmhouse. Dove followed close behind Carol as she descended the steps. The members of the household stood back and Dove couldn't help but observe them once she heard that Carl was alright. The older man, Hershel, stood close to a small blonde girl and a boy who had to be her boyfriend by the way she clung to his arm. The woman from the woods who had spirited Lori away to be with her son, an older blonde woman, and a tall young man with curly black hair all stood on the steps of the house.

Dove's attention shifted to Shane as Rick spoke. "We would've lost Carl if not for him." Dove paused for a moment before she followed Carol over and embraced Lori right along with her. The last thing she expected was to be pulled into another funeral, but that was what life had in store for them it seemed.

The dark haired man cleared his throat before he looked at the man who owned the house. "Hershel? Now that this is all handled…think we can do that thing for Otis now?" His words were careful and Dove saw the older blonde start to tear up. She could only guess who Otis was.

Hershel was a well spoken man and gave a nice service, even if Dove wasn't so sure what she believed in anymore. Dove's attention shifted to Shane again as Hershel attempted to direct him to speak. "I'm not very good at it, sorry." Shane twitched slightly and Dove moved her hand up to clutch her necklace. Something about the way he was acting was just…off. She couldn't put her finger on it, but it felt wrong.

"You were the last one with him," Patricia began to cry again. "You shared his final moments. Please." She began to plead and Dove stared at her feet. "I need to know his death had meaning."

Shane stepped forward to speak and the whole group seemed to go silent. "We were about done. Almost out of ammo. We were down to pistols by then. I was limpin, it was bad. Ankle all swollen up. 'We've gotta save the boy.' See that's what he said. He gave me his backpack, shoved me ahead. He said he would take the rear and cover me." Dove's gaze shifted around the group. The dark haired young man from before clenched his jaw as he stared across the group at Shane. Carol reached out and Dove reached back and instinctively gave her hand a comforting squeeze. "And when I looked back…"Shane stopped and walked forward. "If not for Otis, I never would've made it out alive. That goes for Carl too." Dove's eyes locked with Dale across the group as the man with the curly hair shook his head and began to stomp back to the house. Dale didn't look like he bought it either. Maybe she wasn't crazy after all.

"Hey," Dove turned slightly at the unrecognizable voice, only to see the young man from before. She raised an eyebrow as he approached; he looked less miserable than before but she couldn't blame him. "Sorry if I spooked ya, Hershel just told me I should come get ya. They're talkin about goin to look for that little girl."

"Sophia," Dove stated as she crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Right, sorry…you're her aunt, I think the sheriff said," he raised an eyebrow at her.

"'S right. Name's Dove…Sawyer," she held her hand out and the young man shook it, maybe too enthusiastically.

"Julian. Julian Montgomery. Now you're just gonna wanna head up to that silver car right up there. Maggie's bringing a map for ya'll to look at." He pointed towards the small group gathered right in the spot he'd said.

"Thanks. Think you can help my friend Glenn over there put up his tent? He acts like he's good at it but he really sucks," Dove mumbled as she patted the younger man's arm in thanks before she began to speed walk off.

"Sure thing," she heard the man reply from behind her.

As she approached, she heard Hershel almost scold Rick. "Not you, not today. You gave three units of blood. You wouldn't be hiking five minutes in this heat before passing out. And Shane, push that ankle now, you'll be laid up for a month."

Dove slid into the space between Andrea and who must have been Maggie and spoke up, "I'll take Rick's spot."

Rick shook his head, "No I don't think that's a good idea. You should stay here with Carol and…"

"And what? Mope around and wish that I was out there able to do something? Besides, Sophia might not respond well to everyone. She doesn't," she trailed off and took a deep breath, "she doesn't trust a lot of people. Odds of her coming out of wherever she is if she hears my voice are a lot higher than some strangers. No offense."

There was a pause before Shane sighed, removed his baseball hat, and ran a hand over his now bald head. "Bird's got a point."

Daryl let out an annoyed grunt as he reached out for the map. "Look's like it's just me, then."

Rick sighed and pinched his nose, "Daryl…"

"I work better alone," Daryl said as he surveyed the map.

"Well that's too damn bad, Dixon." Dove felt her anger at the man flare up again. "Because like I said. It doesn't seem like alone is gonna bring Sophia out of hiding anytime soon."

The tension in the air was thick before Daryl spoke again as he pushed the map back over towards her. Dove caught Andrea's eye and raised an eyebrow at her. The older woman just shrugged her shoulders. "We head back to the creek then. Work our way from there."

Shane was going to go back to the road and Dove felt a little bit better about everything before Shane spoke again. "We can't have our people out there with just knives."

"We don't just have knives. Daryl's got his crossbow, I've got my crowbar. We're fine," Dove planted her hands on the hood of the car.

"Not saying you won't be fine today, but what about tomorrow. Everyone needs gun training. We've been promising them," Shane said. Dove rolled her eyes and patted the hood of the car.

"Alright well, you let me know when we're heading out," she pointed across the hood at Daryl before she turned on her heel and caught sight of Carol. She caught up with her as she started to set up camp. "I just wanted to let you know…I'm goin with Daryl to look for Soph." She looked down at her feet as she heard Carol stop moving.

Carol sighed. "Alright. Just…please be careful. I don't need to lose you too," Carol looked up at her younger sister from her spot on the ground.

Dove chuckled and gave Carol's shoulder a playful shove. "I think the only thing I have to worry about it Daryl leavin my ass out in the woods if he decides I'm too annoying." She caught a glimpse of the man as he walked towards the house, so she leaned closer to her sister, a devious sparkle in her eye, "Or he pisses me off and I give him an old 'one-two' with old trusty here," she waved her crowbar close to Carol.

Carol rolled her eyes and slapped the weapon away from her, "Just behave yourself and be careful, please."

"Yes, mom," Dove called over her shoulder as she turned and walked off.

Julian stopped what he was doing as he saw Maggie approach. He raised a hand in greeting, "Hey, Mags! You meet Glenn yet?" He called and a glare from Glenn went unnoticed as the brunette woman shook her head.

"No, but I was lookin for him." Maggie turned her attention to Glenn. "I hear you're fast on your feet and know how to get in and out." Julian let out a quiet snort of laughter as Maggie continued. "Got a pharmacy run. You in?"

Glenn didn't seem to know what to say and, thankfully, Dale interrupted. Julian tried to bite back another laugh once Maggie walked off to saddle up a horse for the new guy. Glenn glanced between the three men around him, "Horse?"

Julian couldn't hold it in anymore and laughed, "Ever ridden one before man?" Glenn shook his head as a look of concern washed over his face. "Don't worry, dude. It's just like riding a bike. Except the bike is alive and can buck you off if you…"

"Julian." A loud voice from the house interrupted his as the small blonde stepped out onto the porch and waved him towards her.

"Ah, nevermind. Let me know if you guys need anymore help later," he nodded at the members of the new group. "Good luck, Glenn." Once the young man was far enough away, Dale spoke up.

"What a strange boy," Dale shook his head.

T-Dog rolled his eyes, "Man almost threw up when he saw my arm last night. Don't think they've seen other people in months. Just let it go, man."

Dove wasn't surprised that she almost missed Daryl leaving and it was only by the good grace of Rick Grimes that she was able to catch him before he left without her. "It puts you off the hook. You don't owe us anything," Rick called over to him as Dove stopped behind the man with the crossbow.

Daryl paused a moment, "My other plans fell through. C'mon," he walked past her with an angry look on his face.

"What was that all about," Dove took long strides to keep up with the older man.

"Nothin, don't worry about it. Now be quiet. I need to be able to hear out here," Daryl grunted as he walked into the tree line.

Dove sighed as she stepped into the trees behind him. "Sorry, guess I'm a bit of a nervous talker," she whispered.

"Haven't noticed," Daryl hissed back.

Dove chewed on the inside of her cheek to stay quiet as best she could. She wasn't necessarily in the mood to be on Daryl's bad side today. So, she took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and wrapped her thin fingers around the pendant that the same angry person had given to her last night.

"You alright back there," Daryl turned his head.

Dove's eyes snapped open and she felt heat rush to her cheeks. With a shake of her head, she let go of her necklace and moved to catch up to him. "Sorry, didn't realize that I'd fallen behind."

"You best keep up. Don't need your sister on my ass for losin you while we're out here lookin for Sophia," he looked her up and down as she stepped up alongside him.

Dove scoffed and rolled her eyes, "Shit."

"What?"

"You fucking sound like Carol," she rolled her eyes and motioned for him to get moving again.

Daryl huffed as he started moving through the trees again. It didn't take too long for them to reach a clearing. Dove, however, was surprised as she stepped out into the bright sunshine. She stared ahead and her heart leapt as she caught sight of a house. "You think she could be in there," she turned her head to look at Daryl.

"Don't know, could be. Let's go," he spoke quietly before he motioned for her to follow him. "Keep that thing close," he pointed to the crowbar in her hand.

Dove nodded as she tightened her grip on the weapon as they approached the home. Dove felt her pulse quicken as they walked through each room. She wanted to call out for Sophia but she knew that wasn't the best idea. A walker could hear them, then they would all be up shit creek. It was as Daryl picked up a can of tuna that she heard it. Something moved in the closet. She stared at it as the man slowly rose into a standing position and began to move towards the sound. All the horror movies she'd ever seen told her it was an awful idea, but Daryl pulled the little door open before she could protest.

A sharp exhale left her as she felt her sense of hope deflate like a balloon. There was nothing in the cupboard except for blankets and a pillow. She stepped up next to him and stared down at the small pile on the ground for a few moments. A hand on her arm snapped her out of it and she turned her head slowly to see Daryl put his hand back on his crossbow. "C'mon. Maybe she's outside," he was already out the door, calling for her before she even had a chance to move.

Dove's feet carried her quickly as she ran out the door and towards the opposite end of the clearing from Daryl. She yelled for Sophia over and over again for what felt like hours but was really only minutes. Her hazel eyes started to fill with tears as she turned around and spotted Daryl. He had a white flower in his hand. What the fuck.

Daryl must have great hearing, she thought as he turned around once she started to approach. "Can you hold this," he held the flower out to her. Her eyes widened as she stared at his hand before her gaze shifted back to his face. "It's for your sister. A Cherokee rose," he explained. Dove stared blankly. "You know, right?"

Dove raised an eyebrow, "The…state flower of Georgia?"

Daryl rolled his eyes and shoved the flower into her grasp, "Can't believe you don't know the story."

Dove sighed as she began to follow Daryl back to their new camp. "I…I think I wanna hear the story," she looked down at the flower in her hand as Daryl peeked over his shoulder at her. "I mean, if you're alright with talkin in the woods and all that."

Daryl paused for a moment, just long enough for Dove to keep up and match his stride. "Just an old wives tale, I think. Heard it from school…my mom, don't really remember. Just remember the story."

Dove chuckled and nudged Daryl's arm with her elbow as they walked, "I don't mind old wives tales. Just as good as any other story. I wanna hear it. If you got this," she held the flower up, "for my sister because of a story or whatever, it must be a good one. You don't seem like a man who does or says much if it doesn't have a purpose."

Daryl squinted at her for a moment before he turned his attention forward with a nod of his head. "Alright. But I'll tell ya when we get back. Don't wanna repeat myself." Dove rolled her eyes and kept her mouth shut the rest of the walk back. He was doing a lot for her family, that was the least she could do for him.

Dove let out a low whistle as she looked around the clean RV. "I cleaned it up. Wanted it to look nice for her," Carol spoke from the small table. A smile crossed Dove's face as Daryl reached back and took the flower from her. She was careful as she slipped past him and took a seat across from her sister.

"For a second, I thought I was in the wrong place," Daryl replied. Dove reached across the table and gave Carol's hand a squeeze.

"You've really outdone yourself this time, Care," Dove patted Carol's hand once more before she folded her hands on the table in front of her. Her eyes settled on the Cherokee rose that was now placed on the counter.

"A flower," Carol asked.

"It's a Cherokee rose," Daryl motioned towards the flower. Dove raised an eyebrow at the older man expectantly. He had told her that there was a story, she didn't want to have to ask. He sighed and stepped closer to the table. "The story is that when American soldiers were moving Indians off their land on the trail of tears, the Cherokee mothers were grieving and crying so much 'cause they were losing their little ones along the way." Dove caught herself starting to chew on her thumb nail as she listened to Daryl talk. A glance over at her sister showed that she was just as caught up in the story. "Ya know, exposure and disease…starvation. A lot of them just disappeared. So the elders, they said a prayer; asked for a sign to uplift the mothers' spirits, give them strength and hope." Carol's gaze settled on the flower on the counter, but Dove's focus didn't shift from the man as he spoke.

Dove was good at picking up lies. She had to be in her old life before everything ended. She could pick up the slightest tell in most people after knowing them for a little while. But Daryl didn't seem like a liar or insincere. She felt tears start to form in her eyes and she raised a hand to wipe them away as he continued. "The next day, this rose started to grow right where the mothers' tears fell. I'm not fool enough to think there's any flowers blooming for my brother. But, I believe this one bloomed for your little girl."

Dove let out a quiet laugh along with her sister as a smile finally showed on Carol's face for the first time in days. Once Daryl had left, Dove took a deep breath and spoke. "Damn that was quite a story," she chuckled as she wiped tears from her cheeks.

Carol nodded her head, "Did you know about that?"

Dove shook her head, "Nope. Daryl's the one who picked the flower for you and everything. I didn't even know what he was talkin about when he mentioned it in the woods…I get it now, though." Dove smiled at her sister. "Unless it was just an excuse for Daryl to bring you a flower because he's got a crush on you," Dove wiggled her eyebrows as she ducked to avoid a swat from Carol.

The short-haired woman shook her head as she let out a laugh, "You cut that out!"

"Oh come on, he's not that bad," Dove laughed as she tossed a crumb of food towards her sister.

Carol raised an eyebrow at her, "You been spending some time with him the past few days. Are you…what do ya call it? Projecting?" A sly look was on Carol's face as she went back to her knitting.

Dove let out a loud, incredulous laugh as she shook her head, "See now that? That's taking it way too far!"

It was strange, but it was the most at peace that Dove had probably felt since Sophia had gone missing. Still, she couldn't help but feel just a little guilty for it. "You were right, back on the road."

"Huh," Dove tilted her head.

"If anyone's gonna find Sophia, it's probably a tracker," Carol nodded her head.

Dove stood up and walked around the table before she settled back down and leaned her head on her sister's shoulder. "I hope you're right."