As Carol looked up and saw what had caused Tyreese's panicked outburst, she collapsed to the ground. Of all the places in Georgia that they could have gone to, they found themselves here at this house. The house that was in the center of countless nightmarish thoughts and memories for not just Tyreese, but for her as well.

Carol's knee gave out, sending her crashing to the ground before Daryl even had a chance to reach out and catch her. Breathing was becoming increasingly difficult as it was, but the feeling of her throat closing up made the task next to impossible.

Daryl watched as the woman, his woman, who had become tough as nails fall apart in front of him. An eerie feeling flooded his body as though they have already been in this situation, and then it clicked. Sophia.

Crouching down in front of her, he extended a hand to her, not wanting to push her physical boundaries as the moment. With their similar backgrounds, he knew if he tried to pull her out of her comfort zone, it could close her off further from him.

She was laying in the dirt, unable to hold herself upright any longer. Daryl placed his hand on the ground near hers, his palm flat with the earth. Carol slid her hand out the few inches until just their fingertips were touching. Finally, a word slipped out from her lips.

"Lizzie."

Sasha reached out for her brother, but he swatted her hands away. He sat on the forest floor, shaking his head as though trying to erase whatever was haunting his mind. He was just starting to get his breathing under control, but kept his eyes focused on the dirt under his feet, unable to look her in their eyes still.

"Ty, talk to me. What happened? Are you ok?" Her questions lingering in the air as Tyreese debated whether or not he was able to talk about it. Taking a deep breath, he began telling Sasha about what had happened.

"Lizzie and Mika, they saved me at the prison. They killed one of the women with the Governor that was coming after me. I still see her in my head," Tyreese confessed. "Long, brown hair, army green shirt with blood splattered on it, and the look of shock she had that two children had guns pointed at her head."

Tara was close enough to hear his words and stomach dropped as Tyreese described the deceased woman. She instantly realized it was her girlfriend, Alisha. Excusing herself from the group, she went to sit under a tree away from the group so she would be out of hearing range. It was all so much and so fast. Closing her eyes, she leaned her head back, wishing she could wake up from this nightmare.

Eventually, remembering what had happened in this house, what she had to do, was too much for Carol and she passed out. Daryl's eyes met Sasha's as she was helping her brother to where Carol was. Leaving her side right now would be one of the hardest things Daryl would ever have to do, but he had to speak with Sasha. Maybe Tyreese opened up to his sister what happened.

"Glenn, I'm gonna need your help with something," Daryl stated keeping his voice as low as possible. The last thing he needed was Carol thinking he was sending a babysitter her way, although that was essentially what he was planning. "Can you and Maggie keep an eye on Carol for a little bit for me? Don't want to leave her side, but I need to talk to Sasha, see if she's got any clue as to what the hell is going on around here."

Together, they looked behind them at Carol, curled up in the fetal position, her body still shaking violently with her sobbing. "Only so many people I trust with my girl," he admitted.

Glenn couldn't help the sliver of a smile that appeared with Daryl's admission of his relationship with Carol. After everything those two endured before the dead roamed the earth, they truly deserved to find someone who cared for them and loved them. He knew as cliched as it sounded, they were meant to be.

"Don't let me down, Short Round," he said, clapping the younger man on the shoulder as he walked over to where Sasha stood.

"I sure hope you found out more than I did," Daryl said as he laced his fingers together and placed his hands on top of his head. He shifted his body weight to lean more on his left foot, positioning his body closer to Sasha's as Rick sauntered over to join their conversation. Daryl's patience was wearing thin with the former sheriff and his need to stick his nose in everything, especially where it wasn't any of his concern.

"Tyreese started from the beginning. He talked about the little Samuels girls, Lizzie and Mika, saving him from one of the Governor's minions that was going to kill him. They shot her in the head, took him over to where they hid Judith, and the four of them made their escape. While they were out in the woods, Ty heard some people screaming for help. He made sure the girls were ok and watching everything around them before he went to help. He's always trying to help others before himself," said Sasha. She reached for her water bottle for a sip before continuing, wishing it was something stronger with this story.

"Carol found the girls out there while he was gone, and from what he said it was just in the nick of time. Judith began to fuss, which was what got Carol's attention in the first place, and Lizzie was trying to silence her by covering her nose and mouth."

"She did what?" exclaimed Rick, suddenly wishing the girl was in front of him. He wondered how could anyone try to hurt his child.

"Rick, Asskicker's alright. Let Sasha finish talking," Daryl urged. He always had an odd feeling about that girl. Something about her wasn't right, naming walkers and such. Now that he thought about it, she was probably the one feeding the walkers at the prison. Silently, he wondered if Ryan knew his daughter had issues, if maybe she was supposed to be on some form of medication. If she did, that would have been rather difficult to maintain.

"As you can see," continued Sasha, "Carol got to them in time. She made sure Judith was always with either her or my brother. They kept walking along the tracks until they found their way to a house that they actually considered staying at. It still had water and propane, fruit and nut trees, and everything they needed. The first night went well. Judith slept through the night, the other two girls huddled together, and there wasn't even one walker spotted. The next day, while they were outside talking they heard one of the girls scream. They took off running towards where the girls were, but they were too late. Lizzie had killed her sister, stabbed her repeatedly, but avoided her brain. She was trying to turn her sister and Jude into walkers. Sasha turned to face Rick, making sure she had his attention before continuing. "Once again, Carol saved your daughter's life."

Both Rick and Daryl were at a loss for words. So much had happened to the entire family in such a little time period, but what this group went through was unthinkable. Daryl couldn't help but feel the story was going to get worse before it got better.

"After the loss of Karen, Ty hasn't been able to hurt a fly. He explained how he was only able to take care of the walkers when it was absolutely a matter of life or death. If they could run away from them, that was preferable for him, easier. After they found Mika lying there in a pool of blood, Carol somehow managed to keep herself calm and collected enough to deal with Lizzie. She reassured the girl that her sister wouldn't come back as a walker while they were inside the house, but tied Mika's shoelaces together just in case. Once Tyreese had lunch ready for Lizzie and Judith, Carol went outside and made sure Mika wouldn't turn."

Hearing that Carol had to put down the girl she had cared for like her own broke Daryl's heart. It felt like losing Sophia all over again. No wonder she reacted this way to a place with so many horrible memories. He knew Sasha was still talking about their story, but the words weren't registering. All he could focus on was his need to take care of Carol. Finally, he heard what Sasha was saying.

"That night, Carol confessed to Ty about Karen and David. She placed her gun on the table for him to do what he felt he needed to with it. Instead of picking up the gun, he forgave her, still showed her compassion and trust when he could see she felt she wasn't worth it," Sasha explained sadly.

As Sasha paused for another drink of her water, Daryl decided he had heard enough. He looked back to where Carol was, lying in the dirt, her body remained still. Tyreese sat at her side looking dog-tired and utterly devastated. He needed to express his gratitude to the other man, not just for refusing to pick up the gun when it was handed to him, but for continuing to support his wife and for how he looked after her when it was just the two of them on the road with an infant.

Tyreese looked up at Daryl as he sat down next to Carol. The men were facing each other, neither knowing what to say or where to start. Daryl could see the tears running down Tyreese's face.

"Sasha told us about what happened, what you guys had to do. I'm sorry you two had to handle all of that on your own," Daryl said, his eyes seeking out Carol as he spoke.

"It was all Carol," Tyreese acknowledged. "She's the one who saved Jude, not once, but twice. She's the one that was able to keep Mika from turning when I couldn't take care of her. Carol was the one who somehow managed to think rationally and summon the courage and strength to put down Lizzie."

"Hold on. You mean Lizzie was turning too?" Daryl questioned, not quite understanding what he missed. He readjusted himself so he was sitting closer to her, her head almost in his lap. Always fidgeting, he kept his nervous hands busy brushing her longer hair up off of her forehead.

"We knew Lizzie wasn't right in the head at that point. She killed her sister and she was going to kill Judith so they would be walkers for her to play with. Carol explained to her that she couldn't make Jude turn because she can't walk yet, and it worked," noted Tyreese. "I stayed with Judith, while she took Lizzie outside a little walk away from the house. I'm not sure what she said, and I know she didn't have a choice, but she told Lizzie to look forward as she raised her gun, aiming at the back of the girl's head."

"Oh fuck," Daryl said, realizing what Carol had to do. "That's three girls she's lost now."

"I don't know much about the other one, but I figured you must have been a big help for her at the time. The night after Lizzie, after she gave me the gun and asked me to make a choice, she woke up about ten times throughout the night. Sometimes she yelled out, other times she just cried, but the names she said were the same either way. Sophia and you," Tyreese stated. He wasn't concerned about their relationship status like Glenn and Maggie were, but he knew they were something. Much more than Karen was to him, but that could have changed in time, if they were given a chance.

"We were stuck out on the highway when a herd came through. Everyone hid where they could, and Carol was separated from her daughter. A walker got close to Soph and she took off into the woods. Me and Rick went out looking for her, but we didn't see any sign of her. Our group found our way to Hershel's farm, settled there for a bit. I went looking for her every day, but nothing still," Daryl said, the sadness clear in his eyes.

"One day, I got hurt pretty bad, was seeing people I thought were dead and shit, but I found Sophia's doll. I must have been in really rough shape because Andrea thought I was a walker and shot me in the head. It gave Carol hope though, bringing the doll back," he continued, his lips turning up slightly remembering the words she said that night when she brought him food.

"Then it all went to shit. Glenn found out they were keeping geeks in the barn, thought they could cure them or something. Someone in our group went nuts. He went and let all the walkers out, some of them were their family. We thought we took care of all of them, but then there was a little low growl. These skinny little ankles appeared in the doorway, stumbling over the bodies in the way and coming our way. Carol came running, crying out for her baby. I dropped my gun so I could catch her, keep her from getting bit. I held her as Rick fired his gun. Loudest fucking gunshot I've ever heard," Daryl recounted. He pulled the red rag from his pocket and wiped the tears away, not caring what Tyreese thought about it.

"I had no idea," whispered Ty. "I'm sorry, for both of you. She's a lot tougher than I gave her credit for."

"She's a Dixon. She's gotta be tough," Daryl said. He would wait by her side until her body allowed her to wake up. No longer did she have to face things on her own. She was his partner, his better half, and he was going to do anything and everything in his power to keep her from feeling the hurt of losing another child ever again.