Dana paced around the livingroom. Carol watched her intently. She wasn't sure what to say to her other than maybe they could get some of her stuff back. If Daryl had been functional maybe he would have said something but then maybe not. His brothers seemed more concerned with getting him home. Which she understood.

"Those people." Dana spat. "Had no right."

Carol sighed and rubbed her face. "I agree."

"I don't need you to agree. I know right and wrong myself." Dana snapped.

She stormed around some more. Her wild grey hair flying around her. It almost looked like it had a life of it's own. Carol would have laughed if she thought it wouldn't bring her grandmothers anger on her.

"That young man of yours. Do you think you should check on him?"

Carol sighed again at her words. "I'm going to in the morning."

Dana nodded before looking around. "Where will I be sleeping?"

Carol stood and rubbed her hands together. "There's two rooms upstairs that are empty."

Dana said nothing else before disappearing upstairs and Carol heard a door shut. Her grandmother was likely going to tear strips out of someone tomorrow. She already did earlier and now they were giving her time to get even madder.

Carol decided against sleeping covered in Daryl's blood. Instead she set about getting ready for bed after she took a long shower. Scrubbing her hair was the most relaxing part of her day, maybe even week. She let the water soak her and warm her from the outside in.

When she was out it was then she noticed a knock at the door. She rushed getting dressed and burst from her room hoping Dana wasn't awake.

"Yes?" Carol asked pulling the door wide.

Maggie's eyes locked on hers and Carol felt anger bubble within her.

"Can I come in?"

Carol stood there and the cold night wind biting at her still wet skin. She contemplated telling Maggie no. Instead she stepped aside and let her in.

"You're mad." Maggie started.

"I'm furious." Carol "You all had no right to take the things she worked to preserve."

Maggie nodded along and held her hand up. "I agree. But we aren't keeping it."

Carol stared at her. She was sure the cussing her grandmother done didn't help matters.

"What's changed?"

Maggie set down after Carol did. Maggie rubbed her hands together before pushing her hair back. When she looked at Carol again she seemed bothered.

"My father would have been extremely bothered by the way Rick acted out there." Maggie's voice was quiet. "He was a farmer and kept livestock. He worked hard for the things he made and I see that in your grandmother."

Carol snorted but crossed her arms waiting.

"Maybe less of the fire for cussing and guns but still. I didn't agree with taking it from her. I know some people here would like some of the things she had but they were allowed to keep the things they came with." Maggie shrugged, "Some might try to barter with you. It's what I've always insisted on."

Carol shrugged at her, "Then where is it?"

"Shane and Rick are bringing the truck down here. It'll be bed of it still for you all."

Maggie set there for a minute before looking at Carol again. "I want to talk about what happened with Daryl but it can wait until the morning."

Carol nodded and stood. She didn't wait for Maggie to say anything else before opening the door. Maggie took the signal and left. She made a noise in her throat like she wanted to say something but in the end walked out. When she shut the door she turned to see her grandmother there.

"I'll see to getting everything inside." Dana's voice was hard. "I don't trust those men."

"You've barely got a chance to meet anyone here."

"And the ones I have are already crap."

Carol watched as Shane parked the truck. He nodded to Carol and Dana stormed down the steps. He opened his mouth but shut it wisely at her wild look towards him. Carol was sure he didn't like taking lip from anyone. SOmething about the way he behaved told her that. How did he get along with the Dixons?