Sonora sat against a tree and looked out over her surroundings, eyes shielded by the hat she was wearing. Once her newness had worn off everyone had started ignoring her, well nearly everyone, she caught Daryl staring at her sometimes, mouth fixed into a tight line. She knew he was trying to figure out if he could disclaim her somehow, and she didn't mind. She wouldn't like some kid coming up to her in the middle of an apocalypse and claim that she was its mother.

She sighed, looking down at her lap and then grabbing a handful of grass to throw into the air. Watching them fall down she looked up again to see that kid walking up to her, she glanced around and noticed that his mother was watching them intently.

Sonora looked at the boy as he came to a stop and squatted on the ground in front of her. "I'm Carl." He said, offering her his hand.

Sonora resisted the urge to roll her eyes. "Sonora." She looked down at his hand. "I don't shake hands." She told him.

Carl put his hand down. "Oh…" he looked around for a moment and then sat down fully, crossing his legs in front of him and then staring openly at her. "You're Daryl's daughter?"

"Yes… or at least, that's what my mom and the birth certificate says. Can't really ask for a DNA test nowadays." Sonora cracked a grin. Carl smiled also, wanting to find out more about this strange girl who claimed Daryl as a dad.

"So… I heard dad talking to Shane about your weapons… why do you have them instead of a gun?" he asked shyly, hoping Sonora would answer. "Did you expect walkers to take over or something?"

Sonora shook her head, feeling suddenly embarrassed. "Actually… I used to watch this show called 'Naruto' and got really into it." She grinned at the memory. "I liked the weapons and the show so much I got an assortment of the things they used."

"I've seen that show! Mom wouldn't let me watch it too much though, she said there was too much violence in it." He frowned.

Sonora shrugged. "Mom's know best I guess." She stated, looking back at the brown haired woman. "But anyway, I got the weapons and a teacher to show me how to use them; it took me at least three years to finally get the general stuff down pat. I would train with them and clean them, sharpen them, nearly every day." She explained.

"Could you show me?" Carl looked hopeful, Sonora sighed, shaking her head.

"No, I don't want you to get hurt. Besides, you shouldn't want to learn how to use them. The weapons call for close combat, something I'm sure you wouldn't want as the walkers could grab you and bite you. Your mom would blame me and I'm not sure I want that." She told him.

Carl looked crestfallen; Sonora had to cover her mouth to stop herself from laughing. She inwardly growled at herself, she hated laughing like a maniac every time someone showed displeasure at something.

While Sonora was trying to control herself Carl was looking at the trench knife lying on the ground in front of her legs. He looked up at her and then back down at the knife, reaching out slowly to pick it up and look at it a little more closely. Sonora opened her eyes in time to see Carl picking up the knife, she frowned and reached out, plucking it from his fingertips, wondering why he was picking it up when she had told him he couldn't touch her things.

"No touchy." She said, putting the knife into the pouch at her waist.

Carl sighed, getting up and brushing his pants off. "I hope you can fit in here Sonora." He said, waving as he walked off.

Sonora nodded to him and then leaned back against the tree, closing her eyes as she listened to the retreating footsteps. The kid was alright, he talked a lot, but that's what kids do. She sighed and stood, opening her eyes as she started walking across the campsite to the RV.

If she was going to fit in, she had to at least try and help out, or so she figured. Once she was at the RV she started climbing up, reaching the roof in a matter of moments, the old man at the top looked at her and smiled. "Hello there." He said, reaching out a hand to help her up.

Sonora ignored his hand, sitting on the roof when she'd hoisted herself over the edge. "I don't touch." She said, blinking up at him. "But hello, my name is Sonora."

"I'm Dale." The old man said, retreating to his chair and sitting down on it. "I hope you're doing well in our humble abode."

"As well as I could do I'm sure." Sonora lifted one shoulder and then let it drop. "I just wanted to know if you needed help keeping an eye out for any walkers."

"Sure, I could use an extra pair of eyes, thank you." He turned his gaze out to the large fields. "It gets lonely up here sometimes, so I hope you don't mind talking." He stated after switching his sight back to her.

Sonora shook her head. "Not at all." She looked out at the rolling landscape and sighed slightly, noticing that she did that a lot lately. Must be because she was slightly bored, life on the run had its risks, sure, but at least she saw action most days.

"So they're saying that you're Daryl's daughter, is it true?" Dale's voice cut through Sonora's thoughts, she turned to him and nodded, wondering why they were all talking about that, wasn't it old news?

"It's come as a shock; we never knew he had had a wife." Dale chuckled.

Sonora shrugged. "Mom wasn't his wife, nor was she his girlfriend, she was an old friend, or so that was what she had told me." She stated, looking up at the sky.

"Really?" he asked, gazing at her in shock.

"Yea, apparently she wanted to be something more but when they did the nasty he'd moved the next day… or something like that, she didn't really go into specifics." Sonora took her knife out and started playing with it.

"So you just happened to come by here, not intentionally looking for him at all, and yet found him?" Dale looked a little disbelieving.

"Strange isn't it? But really I was just heading further south, I was trying to get to Florida. If I had gotten there I could have jacked a boat or something and then made my way to some island. I know there's a few of them around the Gulf of Mexico. One of them was called Shell Island, it's incredibly small but it's sure to have its uses." Sonora moved her hands as she talked, giving a general picture of where she wanted to go.

Dale nodded. "That does sound like a good idea, but for that you would have to know how to fish, and you'd probably need to build a shelter, can you do those things?" he asked.

Sonora made an 'ehh' noise. "I know how to fish, but the shelter thing I don't. I figure I could just learn by trial and error. It can't be too hard, after all they do it in movies." She stated.

Dale smiled slightly at her naiveté. "It could be harder than you think it is." He told her, looking down at the knife she was playing with.

"But isn't that the point? I mean I don't know how to do a lot of things, but I'm sure I could learn." Sonora put her knife away and looked back out at the pastures.

Dale stayed silent, both of them looking out for any sort of danger to the camp.

"Hey old man! Where's that girl at?" Daryl's voice cut through the silence, both Dale and Sonora stood and looked down at him.

"I'm here!" Sonora stated, lifting an eyebrow.

Daryl huffed and looked displeased, obviously trying to look unconcerned. Sonora's eyes widened as she started to laugh at him, her hands cupped her mouth, but it was no use. She wobbled once, and then tripped as she tried to reel back away from the edge.

She laughed as she went over the edge of the RV, plummeting to the ground.

Before she could reach it though she was abruptly stopped, arms encasing her body. Sonora tried to stop laughing but apparently the thought of her own demise had her arching in fits.

A rumble came from Daryl; it seemed as if he was getting angry. "I should have let you hit the ground, maybe then you would stop laughing." He barked, dropping her and watching her hit the ground on her butt.

Sonora appreciated the shock it brought; she stopped laughing and then started rubbing her bruised bum. When she stood she looked at her 'father' and then nodded before walking away, completely ignoring the fact that he must have wanted to talk to her since he had come to find her.

Before she could walk to far though he stopped her. "How did she die?"

Sonora froze; her back straightening and her hands curling into fists. She turned to look at him and then sighed, her head dropping so that her chin touched her collarbone. "I stabbed her in the head, she'd been bitten by one of the freaks when they first came out." Tears formed in her eyes and she turned back around, walking away until she came to a tree with low slung branches.

She climbed up into it and sat down, burying her face in her hands.