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Zeldadragondraco: Thank you so much for reading! Not only am I thinking of doing a Steve story, but I'm planning a Bucky one as well ;) You are brilliant and very precious as well, little lamb! That made my day, thank you so much! I adore you as well and I hope you have a good day!

The small group were on the department store rooftop in Atlanta with an enraged Daryl and a bloodied severed hand that belonged to Merle.

Daryl was breathing hard when the others walked down the steps to where the hand was. Daryl spun around and pointed his crossbow at T-Dog, who didn't show any fear, but he relents when Rick pulls his revolver and aims at Daryl as Glenn and Miri watch them tense.

"I won't hesitate. I don't care if every walker in the city hears it." Rick tells Daryl, still pointing the gun at him.

Daryl hesitates before putting his crossbow down, but Rick kept his gun pointed to his head. Rick un-cocked the gun and removed it from Daryl's head now that the threat of T-Dog being killed by Daryl was gone for the moment.

Miri looked at them each, an unamused look on her face. "Are we done with the testosterone?"

"Miri." scolded Rick.

"What? We need to hurry up, since Merle cut off his hand then he's going to bleed out." She reminded them, trying to hurry them up. "So we need to put this to the side and find him before a walker does."

"You got a do-rag or something?" Daryl asked T-dog. T-dog didn't say anything as he reached into his back pocket and pulled out a blue rag, which he gave to Daryl.

Daryl threw out his arm with the crossbow, expecting someone to hold it. Glenn looked like he didn't want to go near Daryl so Miri went over and took it, then stepped back near Glenn as Daryl put the rag near Merle's severed hand. He picked up the hand by the pinky and placed it on the blue rag delicately. "The saw blade was too dull for the handcuffs." He looked the hand over. "Ain't that a bitch." He folded the rag so the hand was inside. He looked at the others until his eyes stopped at Glenn. He walked over to Glenn and placed the hand inside the backpack, making Glenn scrunch his nose in disgust. "He must've used a tourniquet, maybe his belt." He took his crossbow from Miri. "Would've lost more blood if he didn't." He stared at the floor and followed a blood trail, with the others behind him. When they reached the second floor, they split up, looking around again for any walkers or signs of Merle.

Miri spotted a male walker missing both of his hands, the only thing left was the bone and half his face was ripped off. She pulled the string to her bow back, arrow ready. The walker stopped when it noticed her and started to limp to her but fell to the ground with an arrow in its eye.

"Miri? Was that you?" Glenn called out softly into the room she was in.

She noticed a pretty silver bracelet with a heart and a pink gem on it on one of the tables. She picked it up and put it in her pocket. "Yeah, had to put down a walker."

Glenn came in and they walked to Rick and Daryl, who were standing in a room with two dead walkers. T-dog walked up to them with the bag of tools he left behind the first time they were in the building.

"Son of a bitch had enough in him to put these two down, one handed. Toughest son of a bitch I know, my brother. Feed him a hammer, he'll crap out nails."

"Any man can pass out from blood loss." Rick walked forward a bit with his gun ready. "No matter how tough he is." They followed the trail of blood to a back kitchen area. Daryl yelled out his brother's name but Rick stopped him. "We are not alone, remember."

"Screw that," muttered Daryl. "He could be bleedin' out, you said so yourself."

They carefully walked into the kitchen area, not making a sound. There was some Sterno cans burning next to an iron steak weight crusted with skin and a bloody belt.

Rick picked up the steak weight when Glenn asked. "What's that burnt stuff?"

"Skin." Rick told him blankly. "He cauterized his stump."

Glenn looked like he was going to throw up but held it down. Rick put the steak weight down.

"Told you he was tough. Ain't nobody kill Merle but Merle."

"Don't take that on faith." Rick told Daryl as he looked around the stove area. "He's lost a lot of blood."

"Yeah?" Daryl motioned for the others to follow him. "Didn't stop him from busting out of this death trap." He looked through a hole in the glass window that Merle had broken through.

"He left the building?! Why would he do that?" Glenn asked, taken back.

"Why wouldn't he? He's out here alone as far as he knows." Rick stuck his head of the window as Daryl kept talking. "Doing what he's gotta do. Survivin'."

"You call that survivin'?" T-dog asked Daryl as he walked passed him. "Wonderin' out in the streets, maybe passin' out? What are his odds out there?"

"No worse than being handcuffed and left to rot by you sorry pricks." Daryl's words caused Glenn and T-dog to look down. He stood in front of Rick, who was next to Miri now. "You couldn't kill him. You ain't worried about some dumb dead bastard."

"What about a thousand dumb dead bastards?" Rick raised an eyebrow at Daryl. "Different story?"

"Take a tally, do what you want, I'm gonna get him." He went to walk by Rick, but Rick stopped him with a hand on his chest and pushed him back." Get your hands off me! You can't stop me!"

"I don't blame you, he's family I get that." Everyone took a quick look at Miri. "I went through hell to find mine. I know exactly how you feel." Daryl stayed in his spot. "He can't get far with that injury, we could help you check a few blocks around, but only if we keep a level head."

Daryl swallowed before answering. "I could do that."

"Not without those guns, I'm not gonna stroll through Atlanta with just my good intentions. Okay?" T-dog threw his hands in the arm and looked at the others.

They went back to the office space and sat around as Glenn drew something like a map on the ground in marker.

Miri sat on a desk with her legs crossed and her bow next to her. Rick was the only one standing while T-dog and Glenn sat down on the floor next to her and Daryl was bent over, hand on his knees, leaning on the wall in front of her.

"I'm not letting you do this alone." Rick told Glenn after he told everyone his plan.

"Even I think it's a bad idea, and I don't even like you much." Daryl muttered.

"It's a good idea, if you could just hear me out." Glenn told them as he point back to his floor plan. "If we go out there in a group, we're smoked, draw attention to ourselves, but if I'm alone I can move fast."

He picked up a paper binder clip and placed it on the floor, or map. "That's the tank, five blocks from here." He placed a rolled up ball of a post-it note next to the 'tank'. "That's the bag of guns." He pointed to the other side of the 'street' on the map. "Here's the alley way where we first met. That's where Daryl, Miri, and I will go."

"Why me?" asked Daryl.

"Your cross bow is quieter than his gun." Glenn pointed to Rick.

"I get that part, but why am I needed to go with you?" Miri asked Glenn. "You already got Daryl."

"You're back-up for me and Daryl. You don't need that much time to reload the string to your bow, so you cover him when that happens."

Miri nodded. "Right."

He placed a stack of sticky note flags. "While Daryl and Miri wait here in the alley, I'll run up the street and grab the bag."

"Would you want us elsewhere?" Rick asked him since he only mentioned Miri and Daryl.

"You and T-dog, right." he grabbed the eraser and placed it one a building two blocks away from the bag.

"Two blocks away? Why?" Rick looked like he didn't like that part.

Glenn shook his head. "I may not be able to come back to same way. Walkers might cut me off. If that happens, I won't go back to Daryl and Miri. I'll go forward instead, all the way to that alley where you guys are. Whichever way I go, I got someone to cover me. Afterwards, we'll all meet back here."

"Hey kid, what'd you do before all this?" Daryl asked him.

"Deliver pizzas, why?"

No one answered his question but everyone looked shocked that a pizza boy had come up with a plan this brilliant.

Glenn, Daryl and Miri were climbing down the yellow ladder down to the alley where Glenn first met the Grimes.

Once their feet landed on the ground, they got their weapons ready. They hid behind some garbage bins to stay out of sight from the walkers.

Daryl pulled the string back on his cross bow as Glenn took off his outer shirt. "You got some balls for a Chinaman."

Glenn rolled his eyes. "I'm Korean." He threw his shirt behind him.

"Whatever." Daryl mumbled as Glenn ran towards the gate.

"Don't die, Glenn!" Miri whispered to him.

Glenn gave her a thumbs up and ran through the gate.

Daryl and Miri stayed crouched near the garbage, staying quiet and out of sight. Daryl was tense as he tried to ignore the heat coming from the woman next to him and the scent of her shampoo every time she moved her head. Miri raised an eyebrow as she felt Daryl tense up even more next to her. "Get ready, girl." He warned her before he jumped out with her right behind him, aiming their weapons at a young teenage boy.

"Whoa, don't shoot me! What do you want?" the teenage boy said startled by the sudden appearance of the two.

"I'm looking for my brother, he's hurt real bad, you seen him?" Daryl asked, keeping his crossbow trained on him.

"Ayúdame!" he yelled out.

"Shut up!" Miri snapped. "You're gonna bring all the walkers here!"

"Answer me!" Daryl growled at the boy.

"Ayúdame!" he screamed louder. "Ayúdame!"

Daryl hit him across the face with his cross bow, knocking the kid to the ground. He tried to shut him up but the kid kept screaming.

Miri gasped in pain as a sharp pain hit her back and she was thrown forward near a wall. Two sets of footsteps ran by her and started to attack Daryl. She looked behind her and saw Glenn there, looking taken back at the sight with the guns in his hands and Ricks hat. "Glenn, run!"

The men spotted Glenn and went to grab him. One man grabbed Glenn and kicked him down.

Miri jumped up, despite the pain in her back and kicked the guy that hit her in with a bat in the side, making him fall to the side.

Daryl picked up his cross bow and shot the guy that was kicking Glenn in the ass, making him scream in pain. The scream distracted Miri, which got her hit in the side with the bat, making her cry out in pain and fall to the side, tumbling closer to Glenn. Daryl placed another arrow on the cross bow when Miri hissed in pain as her hair was pulled but he let go and wrapped his arm around her neck and chest.

Miri could hear Glenn screaming behind her and she opened her eyes to see Daryl aiming his crossbow at them. "Let me go!" she snarled at the guy holding her in a chokehold. "Daryl!"

Daryl could only watch as she and Glenn were thrown into the back of a car on top of Glenn and the sound of tires screeching as they took off.

"No!" Miri kicked a guy in the face in anger, but he punched her back, so hard he knocked her out.

"Come back here! You sons of bitches!" Daryl bellowed to the retrieving car before walkers saw him and started to get closer to the gate. He closed it in time, thankfully it only opened one way. He turned around and saw the teenager getting up and trying to walk away but he grabbed him by the kid's tank and threw him against the wall. "You fucking bitch!"

Rick came down the alley way and held Daryl back. "Whoa, stop!"

"I'm gonna kick your nuts up to your throat!" Daryl threatened the kid, who T-dog had pinned against the wall so he wouldn't run. "They took Glenn and Miri!" He told Rick as he struggled against him and glared at the kid. "Him and his homie friends! I'm gonna stomp your ass!"

"Guys! Guys!" T-dog pointed to the walkers. "We're cut off."

Rick pointed to the ladder. "Get to the ladder, go!" He bent down and got the bag of guns and his hat.

Daryl saw Miri's bow near the garbage bins. He picked it up, slipped the bow over his back and around his shoulder, like he's seen her do. "Come on, let's go!" He told Rick as they ran towards the ladder.

The mood was tense as they made it back to the office Glenn and Miri-less.

Rick had sat the boy down and was interrogating him, a stern hard look on his face. Daryl was like a caged agitated tiger, stalking back and forth behind Rick while glaring at the little prick. "Those men you were with, we need to know where they went."

"I ain't telling you nothin'." The brat just kept saying.

"Jesus man, what the hell happened back there?" T-dog asked Daryl, seeing the injuries completely now and the way he was pacing.

"Told you, this little turd and his douchebag friends of his came out of nowhere, hit Miri and jumped me!"

"Hey, you're the one who jumped me, puto!" the teenager scoffed. "Screaming about trying to find his brother like it's my damn fault."

"They took Glenn and Miri, they could've taken Merle too." Daryl told Rick and T-Dog.

"Merle? What kind of hick name is that?" the kid laughed. "I wouldn't name my dog Merle."

Daryl got angry and tried to kick the kid in the head, but Rick moved him away in time for the kid to only get the breeze.

"Calm down. I'm as pissed as you are. Right now those men have my sister and Glenn." Rick lowered his voice, to try and lower Daryl's anger a bit. "God knows what happens if I don't get her in time this time."

Daryl frowned. This time? The hell was he talking about? He brushed it off and went over to Glenn's backpack. He pulled out Merle's wrapped hand. "Want to see what happened to the last guy who pissed me off?" He un-wrapped the hand and threw it into his lap, making the kid scream, jump off the chair and huddle near the wall. Daryl walked over and wrapped his hands around his neck. "I'll start with the feet this time!"

Rick pulled Daryl away from the kid again. He knelled down in front of the kid. "The men you were with took our friend and my only sister, all we want to do is talk to them, see if we can work something out."

The kid agreed, shooting Daryl scared looks over Rick's shoulder.

Miri's head was pounding and her side was burning when she woke up.

"Hey! The mujer is awake!" a voice called out.

Miri groaned. "Ugh, stop yelling."

She tensed when she felt something move around her neck.

"Well, look at this, wedding rings." She opened her eyes and saw a Hispanic man with a black goatee and a rosary around his neck. "You married?" She didn't answer him. "Wouldn't be surprised," he touched her cheek softly. "Una mujer hermosa como usted, has to have a husband… maybe it was that redneck that shot Felipe's ass." She left her face blank. He stopped touching her face. "What's your name?" (A beautiful woman like yourself,)

She still didn't answer him.

"Guillermo! The guys with Miguel are here!" a man announced to Guillermo, the man standing in front of her.

Guillermo smirked. "Good, get the Asian and the girl, tape their mouths and stay on the roof until I give the signal."

The man came in, bent her forward a bit to tie her hands together, then taped her mouth. The man pulled her from the chair.

"Wait." Guillermo told the man. "I'll take this." He ripped the chain that held the rings from her neck with a smirk.

She tried to scream at him but the words were blocked by the tape. They dragged her away to the roof, where Glenn was.

He was also tied and ducked taped. He sent her a scared look before they put white cloth bags over their heads, so they couldn't see.

'Rick, please get us out of here…' she prayed.

"We were hoping for a calm discussion." Rick told 'G' as they kept their weapons on him and his men.

"A hillbilly jumps Felipe's little cousin, beats on him, threatens to cut off his feet, Felipe gets an arrow to the ass and you want a calm discussion? You fascinate me." G mocked.

Rick shook his head. "Heat of the moment, mistakes were made. On both sides."

G nodded his head towards Daryl. "Who's that dude to you anyways? You don't look related." He started to play with something in his hand but the group couldn't tell what it was.

"He's one of our group, more or less. I'm sure you have a few like him." Rick motioned to the men behind G with his eyes.

"You got my brother in there?" Daryl asked them.

"Sorry, fresh out of white boys, but we do have a white girl and an Asian, interested?" G smirked.

The others could hear Rick grind his teeth together. "I have one of yours, you have two of mine. That isn't fair."

"Sound fair to me, I get to keep the girl."

Rick's hand tighten on the gun when G said that. Daryl and T-Dog could practically picture Rick just taking out his gun and shooting him just to get her back.

"Come on, G." the kid whined.

"My people were attacked, where's the compensation for their pain and suffering?" G held his arms open, ignoring the kid. Daryl looked over at the guy that had the bat. There was a giant bruise on his face that had markings on it, like a boot. He smirked, Miri must've kicked him hard to leave a mark. "More to the point, where are my bag of guns?" G continued.

"Guns?" Rick tilted his head slightly.

"The bag of guns Miguel saw in the street, the bag Felipe and Jorge were going back to get, that bag of guns."

"You're mistaken." Rick told him.

"I don't think so." G shook his head.

"About it being yours." Rick continued. "It's my bag of guns."

"The bag was in the street, anybody could come around and say it was theirs." As G was talking, Daryl was taking peeks inside the doors, trying to see if Miri and Glenn were okay but he couldn't see any of them. "I'm supposed to take your word? What's stopping my people from unloading on you right here, right now? And I take what's mine."

The men next to G cocked their guns, the one Daryl shot in the ass, Felipe, pointed his right at Daryl. So Daryl aimed his crossbow right back at him.

"You could do that." Rick motioned to the top of a building where T-dog was sitting with his rifle ready, ready to snipe G. "Or not."

G smirked and called out. "Oye!"

Rick and Daryl looked up and saw four guys holding a slightly struggling Miri and Glenn, whose heads were covered. They removed the bags and they saw Miri and Glenn look down scared at the height. Miri's hair had fallen out of its bun during the fight and was now messy and blowing in the wind. Glenn looked around scared, his hat was missing and his hair messy. They both had their mouths taped.

"Miranda! Glenn!" Rick called out to them.

"Oh, her name's Miranda?" G shot a quick look to where Miri and Glenn were. "She wouldn't tell me her name. Tell me, is she married to the hillbilly?" G smirked and started to play with what looked like rings. "She's too pretty for him."

"You let them go!" growled Rick. "Now."

Daryl glared up at the men holding Glenn and Miri. They were scared as the men would purposely move them around the ledge to scare them even more.

"You got two options. You come back with Miguel and my bag of guns, everybody walks. Or you come back locked and loaded. Let's see which side spills more blood." G glanced at T-dog before he looked at Daryl, then threw the rings the way. "Something to remember your wife by, 'cause she's mine now."

Daryl caught them and glared at the men.

"We're coming back to get you!" Rick promised Glenn and Miri. "Don't worry!" He yelled as the men dragged them away before they too walked away from G and his men.

Rick was sitting in the chair playing with the rings on the broken chain in a nearby foreman's office where they had taken Miri's and Glenn's stuff.

"What are those rings about? I've seen them around Miri's neck but never asked." T-dog asked as he leaned against the wall. "Didn't wanna bother her."

"These rings are her mom's and her step-dad's. They passed away years ago. They were good people, raised her right. Hell, they would even send gifts to Carl on his birthday and Christmas." He chuckled but then he looked sad when he remembered a memory that broke his heart. "Her mom got sick one day… real sick and no one could do anything to help her. I still remember the day Miri called me from the hospital in Australia, middle of the night for me, crying her eyes out and the sound of a beep in the background." He gripped the rings hard. "She had to pull the plug, her mom's last wish. Her step-dad didn't live much longer after that, depression." T-dog and Daryl looked at the rings, then at Rick as he continued. "I had to fly to Australia to drag her over here with me and my family, didn't want her to be alone." He placed the rings down and just stared at them, a hard look in his eyes.

"Wait, I thought she was your sister?"

Rick nodded at T-dog. "She is, she's my half-sister. My parent split up for a bit, my dad met her mom, they got together until she had to leave and my dad went back with my mom. Turned out her mom was pregnant with her. Didn't learn about her 'til I was 16 and she was 13." He laughed lowly. "We hated each other at first, since I was used to being the only child but something happened that made me so protective of her." He stood up and grabbed the bag of guns, going through it with purpose.

"Those guns are worth more than gold, gold don't protect your family, put food on the table. You're willing to give it up for that kid and girl?" Daryl asked him.

"Funny coming from the guy who was hell bent on getting his brother. Besides," Rick cocked a gun. "You promised her little girl you'd watch over her momma, right?" Rick gave him a hard look.

'Damnit…' Daryl cursed internally. 'He's right…'

"If I knew we'd get them back, I might agree. You think that vato across the way is just gonna hand them over?" T-dog told Rick.

"You calling G a liar?" the brat snapped at T-dog.

"You part of this?" Daryl asked him as he slapped him across the head. "You want to hold onto your teeth?" he stayed quiet and Daryl moved away.

"Question is, do you really trust that man's word?" T-dog asked Rick

"No, question is, what are you willing to bet on it? Could be more of them guns. They worth that to you?" Daryl asked him, really wanting to know his answer.

Rick placed a gun in his holster. "What life Ali, Miri and I have, we owe to Glenn. We were just some idiots stuck in a tank. He could've walked away, but he didn't." he clenched his jaw. "And Miri's blood, she came with me all this way from King County, hell, from Australia when I fell in a coma. Worth more to me then all those men and guns in there. Neither of those two walked away," he cocked a shotgun. "Neither will I."

"So we're just gonna hand the guns over?" Daryl asked.

Rick looked at Daryl in the eyes with a hard look. "I didn't say that." With those words, he gained Daryl's respect a bit, not that he was going to tell him. "Nothing is keeping you two here. Head back to camp."

T-dog rubbed his scalp. "And tell your family and her little girl what?"

Rick looked from T-dog to Daryl, who reached over and grabbed a gun while Rick handed T-dog a gun.

"Ah—come on!" the kid stood up. "This is nuts!" Daryl stopped the kid and motioned for him to sit his ass down, which he did. "Just do what G says."

The men ignored him as they loaded up the guns, ready for a fight to get two of their people back. They were escorting the kid, who was tied up and had a gag around his mouth, so his talking wouldn't bother Daryl even more, to the gang by gunpoint. The doors opened and Daryl pushed the kid in, he followed in after him with Rick and T-dog after him.

The place was filled with guys and cars. G stepped forward. "I see my guns, but not all of them."

"That's because they're not yours. I thought I mentioned that." Rick told them blankly.

"Let's shoot these fools right now, ese! Un-load on their ass!" Felipe told G, who hushed him.

"I don't think you fully understand the gravity of the situation." G told Rick.

Rick was already pissed. "Oh I'm pretty clear." He took out a switchblade and cut the bindings around Miguel's, the kid, wrists. "You have your man, now I want mine and my sister." Rick glared at G as he pushed Miguel into the group of guys.

"I'm gonna chop up your boy. And feed them to my dogs." G got closer to Rick. "Three of the evilest, nastiest man-eating bitches you ever saw. I picked them up from Satan at a yard sale. He begged for me to take them off his hands! And as for your sister," he smirked. "I'm sure me and the guys can find a use for her." Rick went to go hit him but Daryl stopped him by pulling his shirt back. The men around cheered at the news. "I told you how it should've been! Are you fucking deaf?"

"My hearing's fine. You said come locked and loaded," the three of them cocked the guns, making all the guys in the joint ready their weapons. Rick pointed the gun at G's head. "Okay, we're here."

It was tense as no one moved, until an old woman in a nightgown shuffled into the middle of the standoff, called out Felipe's name.

"Abuela! Go back with the others!" Felipe told the old woman.

"Hey, get that old lady out of the line of fire!" Daryl yelled, not wanting the old woman to get hurt.

G turned his head to the old woman. "Abuela, listen to your nieto. This is not the place for you right now."

"Mr. Gilbert!" she told Felipe. "He's having trouble breathing! He-he needs his asthma stuff!" the old lady sounded frantic. "Carlito can't find it! He needs his medicine."

Rick put down his gun slowly as he frowned in confusion. What was going on?

G saw that and snapped at Felipe. "Felipe, take care of that! And take your grandmother with you!"

"Abuela venir conmigo, por favor." Felipe tells his grandmother.

The old lady spots Rick, who was dressed like a cop and moved his arm away. "Who are those men?" she shuffled closer to them, and they lowered their weapons.

"Por favor, ven conmigo." Felipe called out to her again.

"Don't you take him!" she told Rick.

Rick looked confused. "Ma'am?"

"Felipe is a good boy!" she continued. "He has his troubles but he pull himself together. Leave him here." She told Rick softly.

"Ma'am, I'm not here to arrest your grandson." He told her.

"Then what do you want him for?"

"He's… helping us find two missing people. A fellow named Glenn and a woman named Miranda, or calls herself Miri."

"The Asian boy and the girl with the funny accent?" she smiled. "They're with Mr. Gilbert." She grabbed Rick's hand. "Come, come, I show you!" she led him away. "He needs his medicine."

"Let'em pass!" G told the men, letting them follow Rick and the old lady.

They followed the old lady into what looked like an old people's home. They even saw some staff taking care of the elderly.

"Abuela! Por favor, take me to him." Felipe told his grandmother. She led them to a nursing home auditorium, where several elderly people were already in. Several old folks were surrounding someone.

Glenn and Miri were in that group, they were watching the old man that was having an asthma attack with worried looks on their faces. Miri had a slight bruise on the side of her face, her hair still messy, but looked safe. Glenn was rubbing her arm and his hat back on his head.

"What the hell is this?" Rick asked, catching Miri's attention.

"Rick!" she moved around Glenn and attacked Rick in a hug, who returned it tightly.

"Asthma attack. He lost his breathing all of a sudden." Glenn told Rick.

"We thought y'all were getting eaten by dogs, man!" T-dog yelled.

Rick and Miri pulled away from the hug. She raised an eyebrow at T-dog and looked over at the side, where three little Chihuahuas were relaxing. "By those things?"

Rick turned to G and pulled him away.

"Hey, girl!" Daryl called to Miri, who turned around. He took off her bow and handed it to her. "You dropped this."

"You kept it safe!" she smiled as she looked over the bow. "Thought I lost it forever, thanks Daryl." She went walked over to a small coffee table where her quiver and arrows were.

Daryl couldn't help but watch her move as she bent down to get the quiver and arrows. He even snuck a view at her ass. He looked around and saw some of the younger men were watching her too. He put on a snarl and walked a little closer towards Miri for her protection.

"Daryl? What's wrong?" Miri asked as she put on the quiver on her back and the bow.

"The men, watching you too closely." He grunted at her, glaring at the men. She looked around the room and saw some of the younger men were watching them. "Stay near me."

She looked at him confused but with a smile. "You're really taking that promise to heart, Daryl."

He liked the way she said his name with that accent of hers. "Don't want to have to explain to your little girl why you didn't make it back to camp." He saw Rick wave them over to him. "Besides, I promised. Now come on Aussie, your brother calling us over."

Miri laughed. "Haven't heard that one before." She teased.

He made sure to walk behind her and glare at the men, daring them to keep looking. They walked into a small back room with everyone else.

"What about the rest of your crew?" Rick asked G as he put the bag of guns down next to him.

"The Vatos trickled in, to check in on their parents, grandparents. They saw how things are and most of them decide to stay, it's a good thing too, we need the muscle." G sighed. "The people we've encountered when all this fell apart, the worst kind. Plunderers, the kind who take by force."

"That's not who we are." Miri told G.

"How was I supposed to know? People got attacked and you show up with Miguel hostage."

"Yet you took me and Glenn and then threaten to keep me." Miri glared at G.

G looked at her regretfully. "Sorry about that, had to keep up appearances so your men would hand over the guns and make sure not to mess with us later on."

"Well, I'm not sorry for kicking some of your men's arses." Miri snorted. "Or your man's face."

"Guess the world changed." T-dog said as he leaned his head against the wall.

"No, it's the same as it ever was, the weak get taken. So we do what we can here. The Vatos work on the cars, talk about getting the old people out of the city, but most of them can't even get to the bathrooms by themselves so that's a dream. Still, it keeps the crew busy. And that's worth something." He motioned to the window that was boarded. "So we boarded all the windows and entrances except for one. The Vatos, they go out and salvage what they can to keep us going. We watch the perimeter all night and day, waiting. The people here all look to me now. I don't even know why."

"Because they can." Rick then handed G the shotgun in his hand. Then went through the bags for guns he can give them.

"Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for that hat." Glenn told Rick jokingly as they walked to where they parked the cube van.

"Loves that hat more than anything." Miri joked as she shoved Rick playfully.

"No I don't." he ruffled her hair, making her wavy hair even more messy. "Don't tell anyone." Rick whispered to Glenn.

"You've given away half our guns and ammo." Daryl grumbled from next to her.

"Not nearly half." Rick countered

"For what? A bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow?" Daryl snorted. "Seriously, how long do you think they got?"

"How long do any of us?" Rick said in a low voice.

They stopped in the spot where they parked the cube van, only it wasn't there.

"What the fuck?" Miri said as she looked at the spot where the van was supposed to be.

"Where the hell is our van?" Daryl asked.

"We left it right there, who would take it?" Glenn grabbed the top of his hat as he looked at the spot.

"Merle." Rick says.

"He's going to be taking some vengeance back to camp…" Daryl predicted.

"Oh no…" Miri placed her bow across her body as her started to run as best they can toward the camp, ignoring the pain they were in from the beating.

The sun was going down as they continued to run, everyone sweaty and tired, but more worried about the campers since Merle had taken the cube van. They stopped when they heard screaming and a lot of gun shots.

"No!" Miri readied her bow and ran towards the screams, ignoring the pain in her ribs and shooting walkers with her bow as the others were used their guns. She saw some people from camp dead on the ground from either walkers or were walkers but no one she really knew. "Ali!" She called out again as she shot another walker in the head. "Carl!"

"DUCK!" A gruff voice told her before she ducked and heard a loud gunshot near her. She opened her eyes and saw Daryl had shot a walker that was behind her. "Watch around you, girl!" he yelled at her, but she didn't pay him any attention since she pulled out her gun and shot two walkers that were coming up behind him.

"There, we're even." She pulled out another gun that she had gotten from the bag. She ran from him as she started to shoot walkers around her while also looking for Alice. She was continuously shooting walkers and kicking heads in for a while until there were no more.

Rick ran for Carl and Lori, hugging them and kissing them.

She noticed Alice wasn't with them. "Ali?" She started to get worried when no one answered. "ALI!" She started to look around the bodies and around the tents, hands shaking and tears running down her face. "Please, please, please, please, please be alive." She mumbled as she continued searching.

"Miri-" Shane was behind her, but she spun around and snapped at him.

"Where is she, Shane? You were supposed to watch her!"

Shane looked at her with sad eyes. "Miri-"

He was cut off by her fist and fell to the ground. "I fucking trusted you with her and you couldn't even watch a five year old?!" She went to go punch him again, but she was held back by someone wrapping their arms around hers and pinning them to her body. "Let me go!"

"Not until you calm your ass down." Daryl said into her ear, his voice straining as she continued to fight against him. "Once you're calm, we can look for your little girl some more, but you need to calm down." The fighting back lessened as she started to sob. Daryl lessened the hold a bit but didn't move, just in case it was just a ruse to attack Shane again.

"Miri! We found her!" T-dog yelled from near the RV.

She slipped out of Daryl's arms and ran to the RV, where T-dog was on his hands and knees looking under it. She threw herself onto the ground by her knees. "Where is she?"

"She's underneath, curled up in a ball."

She got on her hands and knees and saw Alice curled up in a ball with her back to them. "Ali! Sweetie, it's me. Come out from under there. We got all the walkers already." She didn't answer, or move, which worried Miri, who quickly removed her bow and quiver and then started to unbutton her shirt.

"What are you doin'?"

She looked at T-dog in the eye as she took off the shirt and was left with her tank on. "I'm going to get her. Hold this, I don't want it to snag when I'm under there." She handed him her shirt and started to climb under the RV, getting closer to Alice. "I got her! Someone pull me out!"

A pair of hands grabbed each ankle and pulled her out, the people that pulled her were Rick and Daryl. As soon as they let go, Miri looked Alice over. She had blood all over her, both red and black blood from walkers.

Miri panicked, took the shirt from T-dog and started to wipe the blood from her body. When she started to clean off her arms, she saw Alice held onto the knife she had found in the house a while back. It had blackish red blood on it. Miri took it from her tight grip and threw it to the side. "Alice, talk to me, were you bitten?" Alice opened her eyes and Miri saw the fear in them. She shook her head no. "Baby, I need you to stand up so I can check you."

"She bit?" a gruff voice that was Daryl asked next to her, he was knelling down.

"She says she isn't but I think she's in shock. She isn't talking." Miri stood her up and wiped more blood from her body. She saw there weren't any wounds on her. "Ali, sweetie, I'm sorry I wasn't here to protect you." Alice stayed quiet but attacked her in a hug. Miri heard soft sniffles from her, knowing the shock was wearing off. She picked her up in her arms, holding her tightly. When she stood up, she heard crying and the rest of the group quiet. She looked over and saw a blood covered Amy with Andrea crying into her chest.

"I remember my dream now." Jim said to the group, his voice sounding so loud in the tense moment when he was just mumbling. "Why I dug the holes."