"Hey." I opened up my eyes and saw Daryl sitting in his tent.

"Hi." I whispered and sat up and stretched, I winced when I felt my leg.

"Shouldn't have done that runnin', huh?" Daryl asked.

"I guess." I replied before looking over at Jamie who was asleep next to me, clutching his moose to his chest.

"They're gonna have his funeral in about an hour." Daryl said.

I nodded before staring at Daryl.

"Why you staring at me?" He questioned.

"What are we?" I asked.

"What?"

I shrugged, "What are we? Because... you keep kissing me and showing affection. And then you take care of Jamie, for god's sake, he calls you daddy. I don't... I just don't understand what we are."

Daryl leaned forward and his lips brushed against mine, "I thought I didn't have to explain. Actions speak louder than words, don't they?"

I smiled before wrapping my arms round his neck.

"Ewwww."

We broke away and looked over at Jamie, who was watching us from the cot.

"Morning, baby. How are you feeling?" I asked Jamie.

"Good." He smiled.

"Come on, hon. Let's get you changed." I grabbed his hand and we walked out of Daryl's tent.

"I'll see you in a bit." I told Daryl before we walked across the field.

"Dale could get under your skin. He sure got under mine, because he wasn't afraid to say exactly what he thought. How he felt. That kind of honesty is rare and brave. Whenever I'd make a decision, I'd look at Dale. He'd be looking back at me with that look he had. We've all seen it one time or another. I couldn't always read him, but he could read us. He saw people for who they were. He knew things about us, the truth, who we really are. In the end, he was talking about losing our humanity. He said this group was broken. The best way to honor him is to unbreak it. Set aside our differences and pull together, stop feeling sorry for ourselves and take control of our lives, our safety... our future. We're not broken. We're gonna prove him wrong. From now on we're gonna do it his way. That is how we honor Dale." After Rick's speech at Dale's funeral, T-Dog, Shane, Andrea, and Daryl left to take down the walkers around the land.

Carl and Jamie put Dale's hat on his grave before we left. When the group got back, Hershel and Rick decided that we were gonna move into the house. I was packing Jamie and I's stuff when Daryl came in.

"Hey." I greeted as I zipped my bag.

"Hey. Rick and I are gonna set Randall loose in a bit. We're gonna drive him about an hour away, won't be back until before dark." He said.

I nodded before slinging the the strap on my shoulder and kissing him, "Okay. Be careful."

"I will."

I smiled and grabbed Jamie's back pack and walked out of the tent, "Jamie, baby, can you bring this into the house?"

"Okay, mommy." Jamie said before grabbing the bags and waddling towards the house.

I went back inside and started folding the blankets and Daryl started kissing my neck. I turned around and pushed him back slightly, "Later, cowboy."

He smirked before leaving the tent. After I was done with the cots and blankets, I moved them outside the tent before taking it down. I turned my head and saw Tyler glaring at me. If looks could kill, I'd be dead. I looked away from him and finished packing. I put the stuff in the bed of the blue truck and went to help Daryl. After I helped him pack his bags and take down his tent, he went to fix the shed Randall was in, since there was a big hole in it. I put his bag on the back of his bike, then searched for the missing gun he told me about.

Hershel told me that Jamie and I were taking his step-son's room. So I took our bags up to the room. When I was done, I went to help unload the other stuff. As I set down a tub in the living room I felt hands on my hips. I turned around and kissed Daryl.

"Rick and I are gonna head out in a few minutes." He said.

"Be careful." I replied.

"I will." Daryl responded.

I grabbed his hand and we walked outside. Well, Daryl walked. I limped. I really shouldn't have ran last night, it hurt really bad. Thankfully Hershel gave me painkillers and told me not to strain myself any more or it's gonna take a longer time to heal. I put a bag Carol made in the bed of the truck and T-Dog handed Daryl a gun,

"Only got so many arrows."

"Is that Dale's gun?" Daryl asked.

"Yeah." T-Dog answered.

"Wish I knew where the hell mine was." Daryl replied as he put the gun in his waistband.

"Ready?" Rick asked, walking up behind us.

"Yeah."

"I'll get the package." T-Dog said.

"Thanks."

Jamie ran out of the house and over to us, "Bye, daddy."

"See ya, kid. You be good for your momma." Daryl replied, smiling at the kid.

"I will." Jamie said as I picked him up.

"Rick!" I heard T-Dog yell as he ran over to us, "Randall's gone."

Andrea, Rick, T-Dog, Daryl, Jamie, and I ran over to the shed to see what happened.

"What's wrong?" Lori asked as the rest of the group ran over.

"Randall's missing." Rick answered.

"Missing? How?" Lori questioned.

"How long's he been gone?" Hershel asked.

"It's hard to say." Rick answered. "The cuffs are still hooked. He must've slipped 'em."

"Is that possible?" Carol asked.

"It is if you've got nothing to lose." I answered.

"The door was secured from the outside." Hershel commented.

"Rick! Rick!" We all turned and saw Shane walk out from the woods with a bloody face.

"What happened?" Lori asked.

"He's armed!" Shane yelled. "He's got my gun!"

"Are you okay?" Carl asked.

"I'm fine. Little bastard just snuck up on me. He clocked me in the face." Shane answered.

"All right. Hershel, T-Dog, get everybody back in the house. Glenn, Daryl, come with us." Rick ordered.

"I'll be back." Daryl said before kissing me and Jamie on the head.

"Just let him go. That was the plan, wasn't it?" Carol asked.

"The plan was to cut him loose far away from here, not on our front step with a gun." Rick replied.

"Don't go out there. Y'all know what can happen." Carol begged.

"Get everybody back in the house." Rick commanded as the four of them walked towards the woods, "Lock all the doors and stay put!"

I hugged Jamie closer to me and we all went back into the house. I felt like something bad was gonna happen, like really bad. I grabbed an empty bag from the closet and put some blankets inside. It started to get dark and I was really worried.

Then there was a gun shot.