A/N Deanandjo4ever1 beta this so any mistakes belong to her.

Chapter 2 Haven

Peyton looked at the man with the crossbow pointed at her,

"Don't shoot." She finally got her mouth to work, while silently praying that they didn't find Tamera.

"Put it down Daryl." Maggie said feeling sorry for the girl.

Daryl lowered the crossbow as Peyton slowly stepped out from the safety of the pantry, hoping they wouldn't change his mind and shoot anyway.

"Peyton!" Tamera cried as she clamored out of the cabinet she was hiding in.

As the young girl cried out for her sister Daryl turned and pointed his crossbow at her.

"Hey! Watch where you pointing that shit." Peyton growled.

"Daryl, just put it down, we don't have time for this." Maggie said aggravated, as she looked around the kitchen for food and formula.

"Hey, you can't just take our shit." Peyton yelled.

"Listen we have a new born baby back at our camp and without it she will die." Maggie pleaded.

"We need it too." Peyton argued back.

The two groups were at a standoff,

"How about we make a deal?" Maggie asked, finally ended the standoff.

"Don't need no deal. Why don't we just take it?" Daryl said in a harsh tone, while giving Peyton a death stare.

"You're not taking it. Now what's the deal?" Peyton said turning back to Maggie. Maggie turned and looked at Tamera, and saw her shirt was covered in dirt spots. It looked as if she had tried to wash it and failed, but her young eyes held hope. Maggie couldn't help but smile.

"The deal?" Peyton said impatiently.

"You guys come back with us and we share what we have."

"What! Are you crazy?" Daryl said thinking that Rick was going to flip about this.

"Please let us come with you?" Tamera begged with tears forming in her big brown eyes. Daryl turned and looked at the young girl, and he couldn't help but see Sophia and his heart went out to the little girl. He wasn't going to let another little one die if he could help it, isn't that what brought him on this run anyway.

"Got a safe place with food and another kid." Daryl said trying to fight the sadness from his eyes.

"We don't need your help." Peyton spat.

"Peyton please let us go." Tamera asked, hoping she would agree.

Peyton had grown tired of the constant moving and never being truly safe. "Fine. We'll go." Peyton said giving in.

"Good." Maggie stated while packing up formula.

Peyton turned to leave, but was stopped by Maggie,

"What's your name?"

"Peyton and that's my sister Tamera." she said while pointing at the little girl.

"I'm Maggie and that's Daryl." She said as she extended her hand, but it became clear quickly that Peyton was not going to give her the same courtesy.

Peyton and Tamera went to their room upstairs and begin packing their belongings, leaving Daryl and Maggie alone.

"Think Rick will let em stay."

"I don't know Daryl, but we can plead their cases." Maggie replied with a look in her eyes saying she wasn't going to let them be tossed out and Daryl agreed with her.

The two sisters walked to Daryl and Maggie's car. Tamera was about to climb in, but Peyton stopped her.

"Listen when we get there stay by my sides at all times do you understand me Tamers?" Peyton said giving her little sister a squeeze. She looked up and was met with the stern eyes of Daryl, "And stay away from Daryl." She said knowing what men were capable of. Peyton said a silent pray, hoping that they had found good people, because all they had found so far was more monstrous than the walkers.

The ride back to the prison was long and strained, filled with awkward silence. Tamera had fallen asleep curled in her big sister's lap. Peyton looked out the window and watched the trees pass her by, and for a moment she could almost forget the world had ended.

"How old is she?" Maggie asked pulling Peyton from her thoughts and back to reality.

"She's twelve. "Replied Peyton tiredly.

"Where are your parents?"

"Does it matter?" She bit defensively.

"I'm sorry about your folks." Daryl said with empathy in his voice.

"Don't be. Some people get what they deserve." Peyton said nonchalantly

Maggie wondered if they were bringing some one dangerous back to their home and family. Daryl felt that he understand the weight of the comment all too well.

"How old are you?" Maggie asked, changing the subject.

"Sixteen. "Peyton replied, looking down at her baby sister.

"You're just babies." Maggie said sadly.

"Funny I never felt like one." Peyton said

Daryl did understand the full weight on that response and things were slowly becoming clear to the hunter. He had never had a child hood either. When they reached the prison night had completely fallen. Peyton got out and looked around, and for the first time in her young life she felt safe. Tamera climbed out sleepily and smiled up at her sister. She started to speak, but was cut off by the sound of a baby crying. Both sisters turned to see where the sound was coming from and saw a young blonde about the age of Peyton carrying a baby Peyton looked at the infant and felt hope rise up for the first time in her life, as she watched Maggie start preparing a bottle, and Daryl rushing to hold the baby

"I guess this place is a haven." Peyton whispered to herself.