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It had been a few days since the Motor Inn massacre. Charlotte woke up, seeing Daryl was gone. She got dressed and walked toward the women as they worked with the laundry. "Where did the men go?" she asked.

"They're looking for Sophia." Lori answered, looking up.

Charlotte looked to the sun. "Daryl too?" she asked.

"Yeah, Daryl too." Lori answered.

Charlotte frowned. "Of course he went." Charlotte smiled a little and walked toward the RV where Andrea was. She had only been there a few days but Andrea rubbed her wrong. She was too eager to prove herself, that she wasn't "like the other girls". And it irked Charlotte. Her attitude was over all shit, as well.

"What's with the Annie Oakley routine?" Dale tried teasing Andrea as she stood on the RV.

"I'm done doing laundry, Dale." She said shortly. "I'm gonna start helping to protect the camp."

Dale frowned at the shot down and went into the RV. Charlotte chewed on her lip and stared at the horizon. "Go ahead and say it." Andrea said. Charlotte used her hand to shade her eyes and looked up.

"Pardon?" Charlotte asked at the outburst.

"I know you are judging me, just say it. You give me these looks around camp. Just tell me." Charlotte knew what happened at the CDC.

"To be honest you act like a spoiled, ungrateful brat." Charlotte said. She had no problem being honest with girls like this. "Maybe it's about time you get over yourself."

"To be honest, you don't know what I've been through." Andrea said.

"Same thing as every single one of us." Charlotte said. "So why don't you put your big girl pants on and get a move on. Someone stopped you from killing yourself, cry me a fucking river." Andrea seemed to have nothing to say and Charlotte walked away.

A few hours later, all the boys came back. All of them except Daryl. "He said he'd make it back by nightfall." Lori assured. "Come help us with dinner."

Charlotte did the best she could to not worry while she waited for Daryl get back. She looked out the back door and heard commotion outside. She glanced to the kitchen and then stepped out of the house to see all of the men running toward the field, a figure walking into it. It looked like a Biter.

She ran to stand by the RV and watched. They were all standing around the Biter, not doing anything. Then a loud deafening shot rang through the air. "NO!" Rick screamed out. "NO!" Charlotte broke out into a run, going right toward them. They started to pick up the figure and she realized it was Daryl. "Oh God, is he dead?" she yelled, coming up to them.

"Just unconscious." Rick said.

"What the hell happened to him?" Charlotte asked, examining her husband's body as he was scratched and battered, ears were hanging around his neck. Rick snatched them off.

"We'll get him to Hershel." Rick said. She turned to see Andrea and Dale running up to them.

"Is he dead?" she asked.

"He's alive, no thanks to you." Charlotte said harshly.

"It was an accident." Andrea said, her eyes wide. "I'm so sorry, Charlotte- you have to know-" Charlotte cut her off with a look.

Charlotte was on her knees next to Daryl, he was awake now and staring at her. Hershel was stitching him up. "Had no idea we would be going through antibiotics so fast." Charlotte glared at him; this was her husband they were talking about. "It's a wonder you people made it this far."

When the room was empty, Charlotte stroked his arm, tears falling down her face. "I'm fine." He said gruffly.

She shook her head and laid her face flat in the mattress, her shoulders shaking. He sighed, smoothing her hair down. "Is this what it's going to be now?" she muttered into the mattress. "I didn't think once I found you I'd still have to worry about losing you."

"I'm not dead yet." He pointed out. "I doubt I'm going anytime soon."

She lifted her head up, her face wet. He used his rough hands to wipe her eyes. "I'm scared." She admitted. "Everyone I know is dead; I don't know where Ruth and the kids are. It was a massacre back there."

"They'll be fine."

He wasn't the most comforting person. He didn't know how. "The bandits said something about Crawford."

"What the hell did them son's a bitches do to ya' anyway?" he asked.

"Just beat me up a little." She waved it off.

"What's Crawford?"

She shook her head. "I don't know, they said they would bring me to Crawford."

"I bet it's where they are held up. Come here." He guided her onto the bed and she curled up around him. "I'll find them bandits that hurt you and kill every last fucker there."

"And I'll kill Andrea." She snorted.

"Give her a chance, she's just trying."

"She tries too hard, that's why you got shot in the head." No forgiveness in her voice. The room started to get darker while the sun disappeared in the sky. Charlotte closed her eyes.

"She wanted to protect the group, I can respect that." Charlotte opened her eyes and rolled over to look him in the eyes violently. "What?"

"Were you two fucking around before I got here?"

"What?" he looked offended. "No."

"Then why are you defending her, she shot you in the fucking head." Her head started to swell and her chest tightened at the thought of him sleeping with Andrea.

"I didn't fuck any bitch. I haven't slept with anyone other then you in ten years." She huffed, laying back down. "Not like it'd be with her if I did. I like red heads." He held her hips. "Did you?"

"Did I what?"

"Fuck anyone else." He asked, raising his voice.

She smirked. "Wouldn't you like to know." But he didn't respond back and she sighed. "No, I didn't. Michael wanted me, but I was uninterested."

"Good." He murmured.

She sat up and straddled him. "I'll go get you some food."

He smirked, grinding his hips into her. "Wanna' do it?"

She rolled her eyes. "You can hardly even move." He smiled a little bit, staring up at her. "What?"

His hands started to draw patterns on her hips as she sat on top of him. "The baby…" he didn't finish.

Charlotte frowned. "Baby didn't make it." Daryl nodded.

"I figured."

"I don't know if it was the stress, or all the physical activity I did trying to get out of Atlanta…" she drifted off. "I'm sorry."

He pulled her down to lay on top of him. "S'not yer fault." He said while his hands drifted up and down her back. "I don't want my daughter coming until all these dead assholes are done roaming around." Charlotte felt a sob in her throat and pulled away, getting off of him.

"I'll get you something to eat."

Charlotte began to put a plate together for Daryl. "How's he doing?" T-dog asked.

"His spirits are up." She smiled. "He'll be fine."

"I'll help you." Carol said, standing up. She helped carry plates upstairs and stopped her before they entered the room. "Your husband is a good man." She said, her voice tight. Charlotte stopped her thoughts and looked Carol in the eye. "What he did today… He did more for her today then her own daddy did in his entire life. He's a good man."

"He is." Charlotte said, because she didn't know what else to say to the women who had no idea where her daughter was. "Come hell or high water, he's going to find her."

Carol nodded. "He's a leader, he needs to know that."

The next day, Charlotte helped Daryl to their tent and got him settled in. She cleaned his wounds and found a book for him to read. When she left the ten to go get water, Andrea came up to her. "I'm sorry. I feel like shit."

"Good." Charlotte said, filling up a canister.

Andrea sighed, looking around. "I said I'm sorry, what else do you want?"

"I don't want you half ass apology." Charlotte said. "You shot my husband in the head not even a week after him and I get reunited. I'm pissed at you, coming up to me with a lame sorry wont cut it, so sorry Andrea."

"Daryl understands. He said it's fine, he's over it. Why can't you be?"

Charlotte stared at her. "When did you talk to him?"

"I apologized when you were getting him food." She said. Charlotte could kill the women. Even if there was no threat to her and Daryls relationship, the fact that Andrea snuck to talk to him made her temper hit her a full blast.

"Stay away from my husband." Charlotte said lowly, going toe to toe with Andrea. She may have been smaller, but Charlotte knew she could take the blonde. "I don't have to like you, or get along with you, but I will work with you. Just don't expect us to making friendship bracelets." She started to walk away and made her way back to the tent until she was caught off by Rick.

"I have some information." Rick said in a low voice. She looked around, no one was in ear shot. "Crawford. Have you heard of it?"

"Yeah, those asshole bandits mentioned it when they took me and Tanner." She said.

"While me and T-Dog were combing a nearby town, we ran into this girl." He shook he head, glancing around in paranoia. She knew what he was staying was between them. "She was bruised, beaten, and bloody. We tried to help her, and freaked out. Told us she knew we were from Crawford. She pulled out a gun and shot herself right in the head."

"What?" Charlotte gasped.

"Whatever this place is, it brought out so much fear in her that she killed herself, she didn't even hesitate." His voice dropped. "We are going back to the town to look for some information. Wonderin' if you'd be interested."

"I'm assuming this is a secret."

"As far as anyone knows, you, me, and Glen are going to go look for Sophia tomorrow morning." Rick answered. She nodded.

"I'm in."

"No way in hell." Daryl said.

"What are you gonna do, get up and stop me?" Charlotte took her two glocks and put them in her holsters that rested on both sides of her hips. It was early in the morning; Charlotte hadn't mentioned getting up early and leaving the night before to her husband. "You can't exactly tell me what to do."

He didn't think it was as funny as she did. "I don't want you out there without me there to keep an eye on you."

"Rick will keep an eye on me." She assured. "I'm going to be just fine."

"I'm serious Charlotte." He said while raising his voice. He struggled to sit up, and he looked pissed. "I don't want you going."

"I have to get out and do something." She assured. "I'll be back before you miss me, I promise." She kissed his head and left the tent before he could put more word in edgewise. She found Rick and Glen and got into the car with him. Everyone thought they were going to look for Sophia, but they made their way to a small town almost fifty miles out from the farm. They got out of the car and Charlotte started to examine the area. "They for sure were here." She said, looking at a corpse. "This girl wasn't bit; she was shot in the head."

Charlotte walked into the general store and it was completely picked through. She looked through the bodies, looting gun and ammo. She came across a little girl clutching a doll. Charlotte kneeled next to her and smoothed her hair down. Fucking bandits had no lines, she was a disgusted. They obviously didn't need to kill the little girl, she was no threat at all.

"Don't fucking move!" she heard someone yell outside. She grabbed her guns and ran out the store and froze. Three people were pointing their guns at Glen and Rick, and they were all staring at Charlotte.

"I'm warning you right now to put your guns down." Rick said as calmly as he could.

"Put yours down!" a girl said, she had dark hair and dark skin, with her was a man with light blonde hair and a meek body. Another boy was with them, he couldn't be any older than 16. "You bastards, coming through and taking what you want!"

"We didn't do this." Charlotte tried to explain. The woman's gun was trained on her head now.

"Shut up! I swear to God I will kill every last one of you Crawford bastards!"

"Wait!" Charlotte said. "What do you know about Crawford?" the women looked confused, and hesitant. "Someone from Crawford took me and my friend and beat the hell out of us. We're looking for information about Crawford."

The women looked to the blonde man. "What do you think?" she asked.

The man looked at Charlotte. "Do you have kids with you?"

"My son." Rick said. "Carl."

"We have a little girl that went missing too." Charlotte added. The man lowered his weapon.

He looked to the women. "I'll trust them. One wrong move and it's done." He warned. Charlotte nodded.

The two groups sat in a bar, looking at one another. "Crawford is a town, 20 miles south of here. It's a town of survivors."

"No children, no sick people. If you don't meet their standards, they kick you out. They send their 'soldiers' out. They kill and take." The women added, and then nodded to the teenaged with them. "They kicked Mikael out for his mild asthma."

"They just kicked me out. No food or weapons." The young boy said. "They take women. It's no secret what they do to them either." He added. The group talked some more, telling horror stories about the town of Crawford. It seemed like a ghost town people talked about, but from what these people were saying it was very much real. And a living nightmare.

"We saw a few of them heading north a couple of hours ago." Charlotte and Rick looked to one another. The farm was a straight shot north. "You look worried."

"We have a group north." Rick said.

"Better get your women taken care of." The women said. "They don't care about killin' kids neither. They'll probably leave the men alive just to torture them."

Charlotte stood up. "We have to go."