Amy had cried that night. Said Danny was pissed and didn't want to talk to anyone. I haven't even seen the kid, not really. But everyone seemed to bit afraid of him, not as much as Merle, but enough that they didn't go and try finding him. When morning came everyone carried on as if nothing was wrong. I found it a bit mean. I mean sure the guy was a dick, but he had a nephew who right now probably hurting and none of them even cared.

With that thought in mind I headed for the woods. "Hey! Grace! Where you heading to?" I looked back and saw Dale looking at me. His call made others look towards me.

"Going to see if I can find that Dixon kid!" I called back.

"I don't think that's-

"I honestly don't care if you think it's a good thing or not. The kid needs to talk to someone." I said before heading into the woods. It couldn't be all that hard to find him. I walk through the woods and searched for any sign on a 17 year old boy.

"Looking for me?" I turned and looked up. I saw a kid sitting in the tree. He had short brown hair and electric like blue eyes. He was dressed in jeans and a black muscle shirt along with boots.

"You, Danny?" I asked. He gave a nod. "Then, ya I'm looking for you." He moved and jumped down from the tree.

"Why?" He asked, he held aggression in his voice. I didn't blame him.

"I'm guessing Amy didn't exactly go into details what happened." I said as he leaned against the tree.

"What you have more to tell other than you and your cocksucking brother left my uncle alone on some rooftop?" He asked. He defiantly was Merle's nephew, but I could tell he didn't have the same coldness as Merle. He seemed angry, but not down right cold.

"He was shooting at the walkers down on the streets. Drawing them to us all and wasting our bullets. We told him to stop, but he wouldn't listen. T-Dog went and told him off only to be almost beaten to death, so my brother did what he had to in order to get your uncle under control. He handcuffed him to a pipe and gave T-Dog the keys when he left to get out of the city. Nobody planned on leaving him. T-Dog went to unlocked him, but he had tripped on the pipes and fell, he lost the key down a drain. It wasn't planned. He didn't mean to do it. It was an accident. He had tried to save you uncle, to get him out and bring him back, but we didn't have the time. The walkers were breaking in and trying to get us. So we had no choice, but to leave him. If we had tried to get him out then we would have just gotten all of us killed. T says your uncle is still alive. He put chain on the door so no walker could get at him. I know my brother. He's going to want to go back. My brother is selfless. He doesn't believe in killing a man, even if he is your uncle. No my brother will go back and get your uncle, so you don't exactly have to worry. It wasn't anyone's fault, but your uncle." I finished. The guy looked at me for a long moment.

"I already figured it was my own bastard of an uncle who got himself in this mess. It usually is. Either way my father ain't going to be happy, but he will do nothin' to any of you. He ain't that kind of person. He won't go killin' nobody. He will however go back for my uncle."

"Then my brother will show him where your uncle is." I said. He looked me over before nodding. "When will your father get back?" I asked.

"He's hunting. He could be back today or next week. There is no real time." He said. I nod.

"Alright then." I turned to go, but paused and looked back at the kid. "You know it wasn't Amy's fault with what happened. You shouldn't take it out on her." He gave me a look. "I'm just saying, she cares about you. I've been here less than a day and I can see that. Cried her eyes out all last night because she thought you hated her. You should talk to her." I said before walking away and heading back up to camp. As soon as I came out, Amy hurried over.

"Did you see Danny?" I nod.

"Ya, I talk to him. He cooled down." I said and started towards my brother.

"Really? He ain't made at me is he?" She asked hesitantly. I turned and looked at her.

"Ask him yourself." I said nodding to the woods. She turned just as Danny walked through. She looked at me and then back at Danny. Danny's eyes lifted and met hers.

"He won't want to see me." Amy muttered as he eyes fell. "He said last night he didn't want to talk to me no more." She turned and walked away to her sister. Danny's eyes landed on me. I just shook my head and headed for my brother. Those two are defiantly teenagers. Too much drama for me.

I leaned against the RV as I saw Danny cleaning his blades. Amy kept looking over at him, but she never went over to him. I sighed. "Amy, just go talk to him."

"He said-

"He was mad, Amy. Guys say stupid things when they're mad. Trust me I know. Go over there and talk to him. You two need to talk." I said. She looked at me before sighing.

"Fine." She started over to Danny.

"Danny." I heard her call. His eyes lifted and looked at her as she walked over to him. His eyes scanned her over. She sat across from him and started talking to him. He didn't say anything, just listened. "Mom!" I looked up as I heard Carl. "Dad! Aunt Grace!"

"Carl! Baby!" Lori cried.

"Mom!" I heard a girl yell next. Amy and every one else hurried.

"Rick!" Morales cried as he threw a shaft of a metal that was sharpened to a fine point. We ran through the woods just as Jacqui came out with Sophia and Carl.

"It's okay, I got him, I got him." Jacqui cried as she lead them over. Lori pointed the men where to go and Carl flew into his mother's arms. I moved past them and followed the guys through the trees.

I walked beside my brother and saw Danny walking behind us. Up ahead was a deer. It had an arrow hanging out of it and a walker feeding off of it. The walker dug its teeth into the deer's throat, ripping it to pieces. It's hands pulled apart muscle and tissue in it. A gasp came from behind us. I turned and saw Andrea standing there with Amy. I couldn't help, but notice Danny eyes ran over Amy's body as if to make sure she was alright.

The walker stood to its feet. The deer's flesh hanging from it's mouth and blood all over its face. I watched as Danny raised his combat bow and fired an arrow. The arrow pierced through the air and hit the walker dead center in its face. Everyone turned in shock. Danny merely walked forward and ripped the arrow out of the walker's head. "What?" He snapped at them as he slipped his arrow back in his quiver that rested on his back.

"It's the first one we've had up here. They never come this far up the mountain." Dale said.

"Well, they're running out of food in the city, that's what." Jim said. Danny looked down at the walker in disgust. He looked at the bolt sticking out of the deer and ripped it out of it. He looked at it as if he recognize. A branch snapped causing Danny and everyone else look that way. I watched as Shane moved forward and aimed his shot gun towards the thick foliage that fringed the edges of the clearing. Rick lifted his pole. Danny didn't lift his bow or readied it like I thought he would.

I could hear the leaves being rustled and crunched. Everyone looked tense before a man walked out. I didn't even have to guess who it was. He had the same brown hair and blue eyes as Danny. In fact Danny looked just like the man except his eyes were brighter and the man had more muscles. I knew this had to be Daryl Dixon. He was covered in dirt and sweat. He raised an eyebrow as he saw all the weapons pointed at him. He held a crossbow in one hand a string of dead squirrels. "Oh, Jesus." Shane muttered.

"Son of a bitch" The man said as he walked towards us. Danny held the bolt, the one that he had pulled out of the deer, to his father. I could see there was bolts just like it on his crossbow.

"Here's your arrow, dad." Danny said. Daryl looked at Danny before nodding and taking the bolt back.

"Thant's my deer!" Daryl snapped as he walked over to the corpse. I noticed that everyone had moved back, all of them scared of him. I didn't find him scary at all. Sure he was rough and rough looking, but he... he was kind of hot. "Look at it all gnawed on by this filthy-" He kicked the dead walker. "Disease-bearing" He kicked it again. "Motherless" Another kick. "Poxy bastard." I saw Danny roll his eyes, as if used to his father's temper.

"Calm down, son. That's not helping." Dale spook up.

"What do you about it, old man?" Daryl walked up to Dale. Shane pressed the butt of his gun against Daryl's chest. "Why don't you take that stupid hat and go back down to On Golden Pond?" He went on to say, completely ignoring Shane.

"Dad." Danny said in a warning tone. Daryl looked over at his son, Danny raised an eyebrow. Daryl stepped back and headed over to the deer again.

"I've been tracking the deer for miles." Daryl said as he bent down and looked at the deer. "Gonna drag it back to camp, cook us up venison." I frowned. He wasn't like Merle. Merle would never hunt for any of these people, but obviously Daryl has. I'm surprised he would waste time helping all these people and not just hunt for himself and his family. I watched Daryl moved over to the head of the deer. He bent over, his muscles bulging from the position, sweat dripping down his face and under his shirt. I licked my suddenly dry lips. "What do you think? You think we can cut around the chewed-up part right here?" He asked. Danny grimaced.

"I don't think that would be too smart." Danny commented.

"Man, I would not risk that." Shane added.

"That's a damn shame." Daryl said surprising me. I figured he'd get all angry like he did with Dale, but it seemed he didn't. Daryl straightened up and took one final look at the wasted deer. He tugged at the string of dead squirrels hanging from his shoulder. "Well, I got some squirrel, about a dozen or so. That'll have to do." He said before walking past them and heading up to his camp. "Come on, Danny." He said as he past his son. Danny started after him looking nervous.

"Merle," Daryl called as we caught up to him. "Merle. Get you ugly ass out here. I got us some squirrel. Let's stew 'em up."

"Dad wait." Danny said trying to keep up to his father. Was Danny really going to tell his father first?

"Daryl, just slow up a bit. I need to talk to you." Shane said. Daryl had stopped when Danny had told him to and know he was looking from Danny to Shane.

"About what?" He asked.

"About Merle. There was a... there was a problem in Atlanta." Daryl eyes fell on Danny, who wasn't looking at his father, but at the ground. Daryl eyes moved around to the rest of the group. I could see he became more wary.

"He dead?" Daryl asked.

"We're not sure." Shane answered quietly and I could Danny glaring his way.

"He either is or he ain't." Daryl snapped angrily. His eyes going from Shane to Danny as if hoping Danny would tell him.

"He-" Danny started, but Rick cut him off.

"No easy way to say this, so I'll just say it." Rick said. I saw Danny shoot Rick a warning look.

"Who are you?" Daryl asked.

"Rick Grimes."

"Rick Grimes?" Daryl spat. "You got something you want to tell me?"

"Your brother was a danger to us all, so I handcuffed him on a roof, hooked him to a piece of metal." Danny eyes landed on me, as if thankful I had told him the truth. I saw T-Dog coming into camp with chopped wood. "He's still there." Rick added.

Daryl turned away, a hand swiping across his face. "Hold on, let me process this." He said angrily as he started pacing, short, aggressive bursts of movement, then he turned back to Rick.

"Dad," Danny said, but his father held a hand up and cut him off.

"You're saying you handcuffed my brother to a roof, and you left him there?" His voice rose to a shout and Danny looked at his father worried.

"Dad hear them out." Danny whispered quietly to his father.

"Yeah." Rick answered Rick. That was all it took. Daryl lunged at Rick, dropping his squirrels.

"Dad!" Danny snapped, but his father wasn't listening. Shane slammed into Daryl before he could attack Rick.

"Hey! Watch the knife!" Danny ran his fingers through his hair in annoyance and I could tell he didn't want this. Daryl tried and slashed at Rick. Rick easily sidestepped him and grabbed Daryl's wrist and forced it down against his back. Shane came forward and put Daryl in a chokehold. I could see Danny was getting upset.

"Knock it off!" Danny yelled. "Let go of my father!" He growled, but Morales held him back. "Let go of me!" Danny growled as he struggled against the man. He managaed to get free, but T-Dog grabbed him. It was all a mess.

"You best let me go and my boy." Daryl snarled.

"Nah, I think it's better if we don't." Shane said, sounding completely unruffled with Daryl wrestling to get free.

"Chokehold's illegal!"

"Yeah, you can file a complaint." Shane said in a neutral tone. I sighed and headed over to Danny.

"T-Dog let him go." I whispered. T-Dog gave me a shocked look. "He won't do anything." I said as I looked over at Danny. "Right?" Danny glared, but nod. T-Dog let him go. "We're going to talk." I said pulling him away from his father.

"My fat-

"Will be fine, Rick on't let Shane hurt him too bad." I said as I lead him away. "Look Danny, your dad will be fine, but you have to cool down. My brother has already been talking about going back, with your father and you planning on going, then he will go too." I said to him gently. "But getting all upset won't help anyone. Your dad will be fine and so will your uncle, now relax." He gave a sigh. "You good now?" I asked. Danny closed his eyes and nod. "Then we can go back up there. Come on." I touched Danny's arm gently. He pulled away and started up the hill. I sighed and followed him.

Daryl started down the hill and saw Danny. "I'll let you get ready to go then Danny." I said. Danny gave a small nod to me and I gave him a small smile and walked past Daryl. Daryl looked at me, but I merely looked ahead.