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The group stared at the two strangers. Rick and Daryl had their weapons pointed.
"Wait, wait! Don't shoot!" The man held up his hands.
"We were nearby, we heard gunshots and screaming. We don't want any trouble, we'll leave." The woman beside him said, she was clutching on tight to a shovel.
"No, wait, please-"
"-Ty, stop."
"Please, we're out of food. A-And we're lost. We don't see a lot of people. Live ones at least . . . not anymore."
The group exchanged looks, unsure of what to think of the strangers.
"We should really get out of here," T-Dog commented.
Rick nodded, "do you have a vehicle?"
The two shook their heads.
"If you let us search you for weapons, you can come with us for now. It's not safe here."
The woman, who had her curly hair tied back tight, look appalled. The man took her arm, pulling her closer before mumbling something into her ear. After a moment, her expression seemed less tense and she relented, but not without rolling her eyes, "fine."
"T, you keep an eye out. Daryl help me," Rick instructed, approaching the strangers.
"Oh, no we are not doing this here. We need to get the hell-" T-Dog tried to disagree but Rick cut him off.
"-We can't bring them with us without taking their weapons, we don't know them and we can't leave them."
T-Dog didn't try disagreeing again, he watched the storage yard for the Walkers. While Rick and Daryl searched them for weapons.
When they were done, all they found was a pistol with no ammo.
"Been empty for weeks now," The girl commented when Rick found it. Rick took hold of it anyway. The man only had a hammer. Rick said it was time to go, giving T-Dog the shovel, and giving the hammer to Daryl who was beside him. Rick himself kept hold of their gun.
The group ran with the strangers to the RV.
The man followed willingly, his hand on the woman's back. The woman kept looking around and whispering protests to her companion. But she went into the RV regardless, but not without sneaking looks around the rest of the group.
Rick made them go to the very back on the bed, away from the others. T-Dog and Guillermo watched them closely, Rick drove the RV while Daryl lead the way with his bike.
They only drove for a short amount of time before stopping at a shoulder in the road. They would have to make a plan on where to go next. But before that, they would have to decide if the newcomers were joining.
The strangers stayed in the back, Rick told everyone to leave the RV, while Daryl stepped inside to talk to Rick.
"We'll talk to them, figure out what's what. And when we know if they'll come with us, we'll figure out where to go."
"Start without me," Daryl said after thinking it over. "Gonna check on the girl."
Rick nodded thoughtfully, "absolutely, of course. I'll come to you when I'm done."
Daryl left the RV in search of Toby.
Rick watched him go before going to the back of the RV.
"I'm sorry for this," Rick apologized when he stood in front of the strangers.
Both of them had been sitting on the bed, but seeing Rick made them stand. Rick stood in front of them in the doorway.
"When can we have our weapons back?" the woman asked right away.
Before Rick could answer the man hushed her. "We understand, you have kids here. You're just being careful. We're just grateful you picked us up, you don't even know us."
"We don't know them either," the woman retorted.
"Stop," the man told her. "We've been on our feet for days. Haven't found any food or a place to rest. A ride is the best we could ask for."
"I'm Rick," Rick extended his hand.
The man smiled in relief, shaking Rick's hand. "Tyreese, this is my sister Sasha."
"Is it just you two? Anyone else in the area?"
Tyreese shook his head, "no. I mean, not that we know of."
"Has it been just you all this time?"
"No," Tyreese said again. "We were with some people before. I think there were nine of us?"
"Ten," his sister corrected, for expression solemn.
"We were all travelling together. Everything was going alright until we ran out of food . . . We had barely any weapons. It's been weeks since we've seen anyone alive."
"Months," Sasha corrected again.
Tyreese rolled his eyes, "my sister's big on counting. Anyway, I was starting to think we were it."
Rick nodded. They all stood in silence for a few moments while Rick thought. "I know you're hungry. But that will have to wait, if you can. We want to talk to you a little more, and as a group we'll decide what to do. If you'd like to come with us we'll find a place to stay the night, cook some food up."
"Yes," Tyreese agreed quickly, still smiling. "Definitely."
"If you'll excuse me I want to check in with everyone. We had some trouble back there, I want to make sure everyone's alright."
"What happened?" Sasha asked.
"If you must know, we were careless. We let ourselves get cornered and stuck in one of the storage units."
"How did you get out?" She shot back another question, almost looking suspicious.
Rick stared back at her for a moment, contemplating his answer. He decided not to give one, "I'll be back to talk to you more with someone else."
Rick turned and left the RV. T-Dog was the first he saw.
"How're you?" Rick asked him.
"Man, I have no words right now. Except for what the fuck? I don't understand what that kid did or how. And when did Daryl give her the gun?"
"I'm not sure," Rick lied. "Maybe when we saw the Walkers, or when we got stuck in there."
"I thought someone else found us to help us or kill us. I was freaking out. I thought we were going to die in there. Did you hear that kid scream?"
"Yes," Rick answered, even though the question was obviously rhetorical.
"When I saw her . . . man, I didn't know if I wanted to hug her or slap her. This whole time we've been afraid of giving her back her gun, or a knife or whatever. Look what happened when we didn't even know she had it. I keep playing it over in my head, how did we get so fucked that a child had to save our asses?"
Rick shook his head, "We can't let anything like that happen again. We'll have to be more careful."
"Damn straight." T-Dog agreed. "Let her have the gun. Give her the knives, Jesus, give her anything she wants. Don't wanna see how she does anymore, we saw how she does. Good enough. Let her have what she needs and be done with it."
"I think you're right."
T-Dog nodded, "good. I need a minute to breathe. Let me know about those people in a bit. I just . . . I need a breather."
T-Dog walked away without waiting for a response.
Rick looked around, his eyes found Guillermo, who was standing by himself in the distance. He thought of going there first, but decided to go to Carl and Lori. When he turned around to find them, he saw Lori was already watching him.
Daryl found Toby a few moments after leaving Rick. She was sitting behind the RV on the bumper, her head down. Her hands were clutching something tightly in her lap, her fingers subtly fidgeting with the fabric.
It took Daryl only a moment to figure out it was Shane's hat.
"You coulda died, ya'know that?" Was the first thing he said. "I know ya don't like me too much right now, but you need to tell me what the fuck you were thinkin'. What the hell was your plan? You woulda got cornered and chewed up, then what?"
Toby said nothing, she didn't even move.
"Hey," Daryl spat out, grabbing Toby's attention. "You listenin'?"
Toby shook her head to indicate that she was not. Then she looked away, staring straight ahead at nothing.
"Stop it," Daryl told her.
She made no indication that she heard him.
"You doin' this just to piss me off?"
When Toby still did nothing, Daryl leaned forward and shoved his hand into her shoulder, finally grabbing her attention.
"The hell is your problem?"
Toby's eyes briefly met his before looking down at her bare feet.
Daryl's eyes narrowed in confusion when he noticed, "where are . . . shit. Why didn't you say anythin'?"
She shrugged.
Daryl gritted his teeth with a groan of frustration. "Enough with that shit, I want a fuckin' answer. You owe me after the shit you pulled."
"I forgot."
Daryl stared at her, shocked that words had actually left her mouth. "You forgot?" Daryl ran his hand over his face. Toby had taken her boots off to climb up the bookshelf and escape out the vent. In all the chaos that followed, she hadn't grabbed them before they left.
"Your own fault," Daryl grumbled, not really meaning it. "What you did was the stupidest thing I've ever seen. And I lived with Merle."
Toby kept her gaze down.
"Jesus. You're really not goin' to say anythin'? I thought you were dead, you know that? We thought you fuckin' killed yourself."
"So?"
Daryl glared, "so? You don't talk for months. You make us think you were gettin' torn apart! And that's all you say? So?"
Silence.
"Was the screamin' really necessary?"
"The gunshots weren't enough," her voice cracked.
Daryl watched as Toby quickly wiped a stray tear that had fallen down her cheek, his expression softened and his stomach fell heavy with guilt.
Daryl sighed his attention drawn back to her hands after wiping her cheek. He turned around and left her. He returned less than a minute later with water bottle and an old bandana.
Toby lifted her head and watched as he opened the bottle and poured some water onto the fabric. Once he put the bottle down he reached for her hand.
Toby instinctively yanked her hand away, narrowing her eyes at him. Daryl stared back at her wordlessly, making a 'come on' motion with his free hand. After a few moments of hesitation, Toby relented, surrendering her hand to him.
Using the wet cloth, Daryl started wiping off the dried blood that soaked her hands.
"Yer wastin' water," She commented quietly.
"Shuddup. Dumbass."
As Daryl scrubbed the blood from her hands, their eyes kept meeting. He'd forgotten how round and grey they were. A few time she thought her eyes were actually blue, but he was corrected when he looked a little longer, seeing a much duller grey.
After a few minutes, Daryl had her hands mostly cleaned off. He scrunched his nose a bit briefly looking at the blood that had dried into her dark brown hair. "Can't do much with yer hair righ'now."
She gave a shrug and pulled her hands into her lap, as if reclaiming possession of them. Daryl poured some more water onto the cloth and used it to clean the knife Toby took from his sheath.
"Still can't believe ya did that. Still pissed ya took my knife."
"You took mine."
"Yeah . . . yeah I did."
He watched her a few moments, not knowing what else to say but at the same time he wanted to keep her talking. "What happened? What did ya do?"
Toby's head was down again. Daryl gave her several long moments to answer, she didn't.
"How many ya kill?"
Nothing.
"Ya actually shoot any? Or was it just for the noise?"
Daryl narrowed his eyes at her, becoming even more annoyed than before. Then he thought of something that might work. "How many bullets you got left? I still have some'a yours. Want 'em?"
He waited, staring at her. As if he thought glaring at her would coax some kind of answer. When it didn't, he rolled his eyes and left her, "dumb kid."
Daryl walked away from all the others to stand at the ditch, trying to take a few minutes to himself. He was racking his brain for the exact moment Toby stopped talking. He remembered her yelling at him after the ordeal with Shane's corpse, he was sure after that she hadn't said anything. He'd thought it over countless times while on the road, trying to come up with something, whether or not it was something he said that made her silent.
He remembered calling her psycho. That had stuck in his mind as soon as he said it to her. He hadn't meant to say it, he was just so pissed off. And that made him think, why do I care so much about a kid that just pisses me off all the time? Just lookin' at her makes me mad.
He sighed to himself, knowing there was no real way for him to know if her silence was the fault of Shane, or him. Not until she started talking again.
Daryl had a fleeting good feeling, that maybe she was almost ready. That the conversation he had with her, was her starting to come around.
Some yelling pulled Daryl's attention away from his thoughts. He rolled his eyes when he saw who it was and made his way over to the married couple. He stayed faraway enough that he didn't get caught listening, but close enough that Rick would see him when they were done. He wanted to know what Rick gathered from the strangers.
"Lori, will you just stop?" Rick pleaded.
"Why did she have it, Rick? She wasn't supposed to have it until you said it was safe enough. It wasn't. We didn't get a chance to 'test the waters' like you wanted to do so badly. So, how did she get it?"
"I'm sure he gave it to her when we saw the Walkers coming,"
"You mean you don't know? You haven't asked him? Why aren't you more concerned about this?! She shot at you!"
"We were in trouble, she needed protection. That's why Carl has his gun."
"Do not compare her to Carl! Not now, not with this. Does she still have it?"
"I'm assuming."
Lori looked horrified. "Rick! We have to-"
"-Lori," Rick copied Lori's tone. "I think after today, she more than proved herself."
"That's what you consider proving herself?! She almost died!"
"So did we! If she hadn't done what she did we might still be in there!"
"And that makes it okay?"
"Oh my god . . ." Rick exclaimed having enough. "Daryl!"
Daryl turned around, his lips pressed together in annoyance. "Yeah?"
Rick only shook his head and gestured toward his wife.
"What?" Daryl questioned.
Lori turned to Daryl, exasperated. "Did you take the gun from her?"
"Why would I do that?"
"Because she shouldn't have it!"
Daryl rolled his eyes at Rick, "Man, I don't need this."
"Listen-" Lori started, only to be cut off by an aggravated Daryl.
"-No, I don't need to explain myself to some uppity bitch. Why don't you put all this fuckin' energy you have into watchin' your kid. None of it ain't your damn business, I don't owe you shit. Back off." Daryl fumed, quickly turning away from Lori's shocked face to stalk away.
Rick followed after him.
"Jesus, Rick." Daryl shook his head at Rick who walked beside him.
"What do you want me to do?"
"How about not act like a little bitch?"
Rick sighed, but didn't respond.
"Who are they? What're we doin'?" Daryl changed the subject.
"Tyreese, and his sister Sasha," Rick answered, relieved to move on.
"They have other people?"
"They say they're on their own now, Tyreese said they were travelling with some others, but . . . They were out of food when they found us."
"What do you think?"
"Nothing bad. I mean, Tyreese was a bit open, maybe too much. His sister didn't seem too happy about it. He already expressed he'd like to come with us, his sister doesn't seem sure about it. I think we can trust them . . ."
"What do you want to do?"
"We'll find a place. A house or we'll camp out and have a fire. I want everyone to hear from them. I don't want them with us if people are uncomfortable. We've lost people, it wouldn't hurt to regain some of those hands back."
"I'll go out, see what I can get for dinner."
"No, no splitting off. After today we should all be together . . . and . . ."
Daryl could easily read Rick's thoughts, "and you want me to watch the girl."
"She's unpredictable right now, she's comfortable with you. and I'm afraid how she'll handle the presence of strangers. I don't want to have to take the gun from her, we don't know these people or the situation we might get ourselves in. If we get cornered or separated, she'll need it. It's as simple as that, she needs it, but that doesn't mean I trust her with it."
"You're thinkin' 'bout Randall."
"I think the worst thing for you to do is take off. She doesn't trust us, we don't trust her. We'll just cook up some cans."
"We're gettin' low."
"We have plenty."
"But for how long? We're not exactly findin' more."
Rick only looked away. It wasn't a conversation he wanted to have at the moment, they had to focus.
Daryl was thinking it over in his head, he wanted to tell Rick, but hesitated. After a long silence between the two of them the words seem to fall from his mouth without his consent, "she was talkin' ta me."
Rick looked back at him with raised eyebrows, "what did she say?"
Daryl gave a shrug, unable to stop the corner of his lip from twitching upward, "nothin' special. She kept it short. But she left her boots behind in the unit."
"Shit," Rick cursed, as if realizing himself. "The snow might be falling soon. It isn't too cold but we're not in any position to predict the weather. Damn, Carl doesn't even have anything extra either."
"I'll find somethin'. Sure tons a'places have shoes. Just didn't really pay attention before."
"I'll tell everyone to keep their eyes peeled next time we're scouting a place. I'm sure Carl will be glad for a mission. You want to come in the RV and get a read on them?"
"Nah. If you think we're good for now let's get outta here. We'll do what ya said and have everyone think about it." Daryl said, he just wanted to leave. He felt as if they were still too close to the Walkers. Daryl started to turn away.
"Daryl," Rick stopped him. "If Toby keeps it up, when she's ready . . ." Rick stopped, looking a bit uncomfortable with his request, "can you ask her to talk to him?"
"Carl?"
Rick nodded.
"Yeah, sure."
"Thanks."
Rick gathered everyone to tell them the plan. Once everyone agreed they got into the RV. T-Dog sat in the from while Rick drove, giving him directions. They knew of some more houses in the area they wanted to check out.
An hour or two after the chaos, the group found a small house to settle down in. T-Dog and Daryl cleared it, while Rick talked a little more with Lori.
After they were sure it was safe, they built a fire in the front yard. It was a bit cold out, but it wasn't too bad. They wanted to take advantage of the weather before the snow started.
After starting the fire, everyone chose their dinner from the canned stash they had. Tyreese and Sasha were more than happy to not only have food, but a variety to choose from.
"We looted a highway that was traffic jammed," T-Dog told them.
As everyone cooked and ate their food by the fire, the group introduced themselves first. Toby kept herself distanced, she was sitting on the porch steps away from the fire and socialization.
When it was Tyreese's turn to share, he didn't hesitate. He seemed pleased for the company.
"I played football, I was linebacker for the Falcons." He'd told the group. "Though, I was never very good and got myself injured trying to go for the glory. I was young, stupid, trying to play the hero. After that nonsense I bounced around different jobs, I was a car salesman the last few years."
"Firefighter," Sasha offered, taking another spoonful of soup from the can in her hand.
"Thank you so much for this," Tyreese smiled as he ate, "we can't thank you enough. We haven't eaten for days."
"Don't mention it," Rick said. "It's just good to see a new face."
"Are you guys on the road or do you have somewhere?" Tyreese glanced at the house briefly.
"On the road. Have been for a while now. It's been rough, but we have plenty of food. There's this herd that keeps circling the area. So we have to dodge them often."
"Is that what happened when we found you?" Sasha asked.
"Actually, that was a new herd." T-Dog said matter-of-factly.
"So why stick around?" Tyreese asked, "I mean, you know the herd is circling, you keep dodging it. You know it's the same one?"
The group nodded.
"Then why not just leave? I know somewhere else may not be safer, but it could be. You know what's here, why not just leave?"
Rick sighed, looking over everyone. He thought over his answer carefully before explaining Hershel's family and their farm. He carefully left out Shane and Randall, for the time being. They didn't need to know about that.
"Hershel's the closest thing we have to a doctor . . . with Lori pregnant . . . it seems wrong to stray too far."
"And he wouldn't let you stay . . . that is rough."
"I know it may be best to leave. He might not even help us if we need it again. We just have no plan on what to do or where to go just yet."
"I get it," Tyreese nodded eating a bit more. "How many people are at this farm?"
"Six? I believe. One of our own stayed behind. Him and Hershel's daughter hit it off pretty well." Rick glanced at Daryl, who had just pulled an open can off the grate they were using over the fire. Daryl's wrapped the hot can in a cloth.
Rick nodded toward the house, "has she . . .?"
"Gonna bring it to her," Daryl muttered. "She ain't gonna come here."
"Make sure you eat too," Lori chimed in.
Daryl didn't respond, he only stood and started toward the house with the can in his hand.
"Is that his daughter?" Sasha asked, watching Daryl walk away.
"No," Rick supplied.
"She's on her own. Daryl just watches after her 'cause she hates the rest of us." T-Dog stirring his spoon around in his can.
Rick shot him a look, silently telling him that what he said wasn't necessary.
"She doesn't hate us," Carl protested.
"No, she doesn't." Lori said, putting her arm around Carl. "She's just having a hard time is all, we all are."
Sasha raised her eyebrows at Rick, "what's wrong with her?"
"Sasha," Tyreese scolded. "It isn't our business."
"If you want to hang around these people longer then we have to I think it is. Children can be great judges of characters, I want to know what her problem is." After saying her piece to Tyreese, Sasha looked back at Rick expectantly.
Rick hesitated for the longest time. It wasn't what he wanted to talk about. He had no idea what he could possibly say, that he killed his best friend in front of her? Rick mentally agreed with Sasha, Toby was right to hate him.
"We lost someone before leaving Hershel's farm, it was . . ." Lori took a intake of breath, trying to find the right words. "We all took it very hard. She hasn't said a word since it happened."
Tyreese shook his head at his sister, and Sasha looked down into her near-empty can, feeling guilty.
Tyreese turned back at Rick, changing the subject, "We're no stranger to hard work. We can help, we can go out and replenish anything given. Stay out of your hair. If we could be able to relax, even for a little, for a few days."
"I think it's safer to be in groups. If you decide to stick with us even for the night or a few days, I think we can reach an agreement." Rick chided.
"That's kind of you. But it wouldn't be long. Like I said, we'd want to replenish anything we've taken from you. Feels wrong to eat a bunch of your food and take off," he chuckled.
"Goin' somewhere?" Daryl reappeared, taking a seat on the ground. He was still holding the same can in his hand.
"Yes, actually." Sasha said.
"Where are you heading?" Lori asked.
"Carnesville," Tyreese answered.
Daryl sputtered when he heard. A spoonful of soup fell from his mouth back into the can. Everyone glanced over at him as he coughed and wiped his mouth, but he didn't notice, he just stared at the siblings. "Carnesville? You? That a joke?"
"Why would that be a joke?" Sasha shot back.
"Have ya been there?"
"Yeah."
"Then I think ya know why." Daryl said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
"And what do you know about it?" Sasha glared.
"I know enough," Daryl told her. "I lived there with my brother few years back. Not the smartest place ta be for people like you."
"People like us?" Sasha echoed, about to stand before Tyreese pulled her back down.
Tyreese wasn't happy what Daryl was saying either, but he understood, and he didn't want to fight about it.
"Calm down," he said to his sister before looking back at Daryl. "It's the apocalypse. If anyone is even still there, I doubt they'll have a problem with the colour of my skin when there's dead people walking around."
Daryl scoffed, "you'd be surprised."
"Do you have a problem?" Tyreese's eyes narrowed.
"Nah," Daryl shook his head, "just sayin'."
"Well, you don't have to." Tyreese took a deep breath, calming himself down.
"Why Carnesville, anyway?" T-Dog asked.
"My ex-wife," Tyreese said. "Me and my sister, we don't have any other family. My ex-wife moved there after our divorce a few years back to take care of her mother."
"Were you together for a long time?" Rick asked.
Tyreese nodded, "High-school sweethearts. We got married young, that was probably why it didn't last. But we kept in touch, we were always close. Marriage just . . . didn't work. And it's a small town, I can't imagine there being as many Uglies there as there are here."
"Uglies?"
"What do you call them?"
"Walkers."
"Well, that's a bit more catchy." Tyreese chuckled.
"So, Carnesville. You know the way?"
"Sort of," Tyreese shrugged. He reached over beside him and dug through his bag. A moment later he pulled out a map. He didn't bother opening the map, he only held it up to show he had it. "We've been using this. I'm not great at directions, that's Sasha's deal."
"But the map is old. We were lucky to come across it in the first place. We found it in a car, in the glove box," Sasha explained. "It's water damaged and pretty faded. And every time we think we have a handle on where we're going, we get detoured because of Uglies, traffic jams . . ."
Tyreese sighed in agreement, "we basically keep getting pushed in the opposite direction. Wouldn't have a problem if I could just drive straight there. I've made that trip a dozen times before, but now it's impossible."
"Rick?" T-Dog addressed. "Can I have a minute?"
Rick nodded, following T-Dog away from the others.
"What're you thinking?" Rick asked him.
"I mean, they seem fine. Like you said, it's nice see new faces. But since they brought it up, I can't help but think a change in scenery would be nice too."
"I know what you mean," Rick agreed instantly. "It's been on my mind for days. There's nothing here. We're not finding anywhere safe, and we're not finding supplies. It's time to move on."
"Carnesville may not be a bad idea," T-Dog said.
"You want to go with them?"
"Small town, a bit more remote. Could find plenty of places to loot. And we don't even have to go all the way there, say we find somewhere safe on the way. Time to move on, like you said, but just because we leave doesn't mean we have to go far."
"I see your point."
"And we have a while before Lori's due. If we're still worried later on we'll come back, maybe by then the herd will have moved on too."
Rick nodded as he thought it over. "Let's see how the night goes. Everyone can get their take on Tyreese and Sasha. And we can talk about it as a group in the morning. I'm taking first watch tonight so I'll talk with Daryl a bit before he goes to bed."
After their talk, the two returned to the campfire.
Rick took his seat between Tyreese and Daryl. Tyreese was answering a question from Lori, Rick had missed the question but let them talk.
He leaned over to Daryl, asking in a hushed voice, "she didn't eat?"
It was a guess Rick made when Daryl returned with the same can of food.
Daryl shook his head, "wouldn't even look at me. She actually fuckin' talked, and now it's back to nothin'. Really pissin' me off. Whatever games she's playin' I ain't puttin' up with it much longer."
Rick fought a smile. It wasn't the first time Daryl had threatened he was done with Toby, he'd done it a few times since they started on the road again.
"I'm so done with that brat."
"Screw her! She wants ta be alone, fine let her."
"She can starve for all I care. Not doin' this shit no more."
"Not waitin' on some dumbass kid, if this is her lookin' for attention she ain't gettin' it from me."
These were only some of his complaints to the group after trying to talk to Toby, or merely being around her. Rick and T-Dog had more then once held back laughter, or shared a smile.
Daryl went back to her every time. No matter what he said.
"She'll come around." Rick told him, sharing a look with T-Dog across the fire.
Hi readers! yes what a quick update (for me) i hope you guys like it. I know you're all itching to jump into season 3, but I still have some ideas up my sleeve. so get ready for some comic scenes and lots of original content coming!
For this quick update I have Yulchii to thank! Yulchii made some AMAZING fan art for Toby. its posted on tumblr under the same name: Yulchii it's so beautiful and it's awesome to see Toby's face from a reader perspective.
thank you to Rash007 a bazillions time because how could i ever get anywhere without you? No updates would happen without her. She's been an amazing help, even though all I do is pester her. but she loves me anyway.
thanks to the rest of you for your constant reviews! Don't forget to send toby some love. She's having a hard time but she's slowly making her way back to Daryl.
Also, someone left a review saying they weren't entirely sure of Toby's role in the group, now that I'm thinking about it, I'm not sure myself. I suppose before she was posing as a possible help for Shane's redemptions but pfft. look how that turned out. oops.
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