Kay so, putting this out there, in this story, the girls are gonna be younger then the Waling Dead wiki says, the wiki says Lizzie is 12-13 and Mika is 10-11 but in my story Lizzie is gonna be 8-9 and Mika is 5-6 so, yeah.

Lizzie was tired, God in Heaven, was she tired. She wanted to curl up against this tree and sleep. But no, she needed to get up, to keep going, to find Mr. Daryl and tell him those men took Carol. She just had to rest her eyes, for a moment, only a moment.

They'd done what Carol told them to, if they were ever alone or lost and had no weapons, and covered themselves in mud and as much walker guts as they could. It was disgusting, Mika'd thrown up twice, but the zombies left them alone. So maybe Carol was right, maybe they weren't just different. They were monsters. Murders, at the very least.

" C'mon Mika. We'll rest here for the night and tomorrow we'll go find Mr. Daryl and Rick and the others and save Carol." She lead her little sister to the base of a wide oak tree, settled there and closed her eyes, pulling her close. The two trembled and shivered, wishing more then anything they were home safe, and this was all just a bad dream. After a moment, they were both asleep.

TWD

Daryl had gone back. He had to, to bury her body. To send her to her happy place, to put her down, if he had to. Dixon knew he was strong enough. He'd stopped the car a ways from the prison, knowing he could get her out easier like this and the car wouldn't be congested with the dead.

He was walking through the woods, when he stumbled across the little blonde girls, trembling and quivering against the tree, fast asleep. With a sigh, he picked them up one on each hip. Of course he knew them, they were a couple of the girls from that damn Woodbury group.

" Mr. Daryl, will you sing for me? Carol usually does, but she, she-" Mika broke into sobs. She hadn't really seen what had happened, she'd been hid against Lizzie's chest. The elder girl was still knocked out. She assumed she was dead. Lizzie was out cold.

" She what girl? Wha' happened to Carol?" His voice was soft, rough and concerned.

" I dunno. I heard voices, and Carol and Nicolai being taken by some men, but I didn't see anything." She was blubbering by this point and Daryl sighed, beginning to sing for the girl, an old Billy Joel lullaby his momma sang him long ago. It was the only song he knew.

" Goodnight my angel, time to close your eyes, And save these questions for another day. I think I know what you've been asking me, I think you know what I've been trying to say. I promised I would never leave you, Then you should always know; Wherever you may go, no matter where you are, I never will be far away."

She was calmed down by that point and he finally had time to think about Carol, with the little girl snotting all over his favorite vest. Some men had taken her? Hell, that could be anyone, the governor, some of that kid Randall's group, who knew? With a sigh he kept heading back to the truck, keeping both girls close, so they'd have some kind of warmth. He'd get them to the others, they'd be safe, they'd be okay. Then he'd go back for Carol. Daryl didn't want to heard brats around, but the little one was so much like Sophia it hurt, and he found himself holding her a little tighter, despite the scream in his arms.

He was strong enough, sure, but carrying eighty plus pounds on one arm each was taxing, even for him. It could though, be done, especially for Carol. After he got the girls tucked into the truck he took one last long look around. He'd head back for her soon. Now that he knew she was alive he wasn't gonna let her get away that easily. Nine lives or not.