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One of the few things Conner liked about Woodbury would defiantly be the hospital with real doctors, real equipment and real medicine. He had gotten Harper to the hospital in time and luckily they had been able to pump her stomach. He hadn't left her bed much since the other night when she had collapsed after speaking crazy. He tried to understand what she had been talking about, part of him wanted to believe she was regretting what she had just done, the other part thought perhaps she was apologizing for what she had done knowing she would leave him alone. She hadn't woken up in those two days either not long enough for him to ask her. The only times he left her bed were the times he went to help Andrea and the people of the town. Since the attack the Governor seemed to have lost his mind he was no longer a good leader to Conner he had never been a good leader, but to the people they lived in fear now fear of what was outside of the walls and fear that happened when such a large crowd of people had no one to look up to. While Connor had seen right through the Governor the people had not to them he was their light in these dark times. Now he was just another shadow.

Connor closed his eyes and rested his head on his hands thinking back to when he and his brother had been that light, back when the law couldn't help the people, but they could. They had told stories about the brothers they were able to go to sleep at night knowing that those who escaped the law, those that enjoyed hurting others who couldn't protect themselves were safely locked up, or in a place where they couldn't hurt anyone anymore.

"I could be that again." He said softly to Harper his eyes falling on her she looked like she was simply asleep he didn't know why she wouldn't wake up she needed to wake up. Maybe if he started doing things that would or could make her mad then maybe, just maybe she would wake up just so she could slap him. It had been so long since he had seen that fire in her, since she would hit him in the back of the head when he said anything inappropriate. Murphy would always earn himself a hit to the back of the head if he laughed at what Connor said or did he would even earn a hit to the back of his head if he laughed just because Connor got hit. Back then it was amazing how in charge she had been of them. Both loved her in different way, and both most defiantly feared her. "I could help these people you know." He continued to talk to her, "Show them what a real leader could do someone who really cares about them." He paused as he shook his head, "But I won't, I can't" The image of his brother falling to the ground gasping for air hit his mind. The image of Liam came to him, two of the three most important people he cared about and should have protected were dead and now Harper lay here before him not far behind them. He wasn't good enough to try and help these people he would never be good enough to help anyone, not anymore. "I'm no good, not anymore."

"You're a good shot." Andrea said softly, "You can help these people."

Connor turned around to see the woman who was responsible for the slight leadership that was left in this place.

"I don't know who you used to be or what you used to do, but I saw you out there with an arrow in your shoulder still able to aim, still fighting." She moved closer to him, "We need men like you."

"You don't need men like me." Connor said softly, "I couldn't protect my family, Not my brother not Harper and not Liam."

"I heard about your son, I am sorry."

"He wasn't my son by birth." Connor said softly, "He was my brother's son the last I had left of him."

Andrea wasn't sure what it was about this guy, but something made him seem familiar to her. Something about his eyes, something about how he looked. Had she met him before? "I'm sorry."

"And now Harper goes and does a thing like this."

"What happened?" Andrea asked.

"It was all to much, my brother and I were supposed to return home together." He paused, "We were on a hunting trip. He died. It was one of the hardest things I ever did return home to her and tell her that her husband was gone."

"I thought she was your wife?"

"She is now with everything that has happened since it was just convenient for us to be married for us to stand together as the only family we got left." He paused, "The other night during the fight I think she thought she saw him my brother or Liam I'm not sure I couldn't understand her ramblings I knew she was slipping away slowly, but I wouldn't have guess-" his voice started to break so he stopped, "She used to be so strong."

Andrea moved over and placed her hands on his and looked into his eyes, "Even the strongest fall weak some times." She thought of how she had once wanted to end her life. "I'm sure when she wakes up she will look through different eyes."

"The crazy part is I wish or hope I don't know which, but if there was even a chance she really did see either Murphy or Liam." He shook his head, "Now I'm talking crazy they are both dead."

Andrea gave him a soft smile as she thought of her sister. "Sometimes we all wish those we lost would walk through the door any minute that doesn't make us crazy."

Connor gave her a soft smirk, "What about if I wonder from time to time if she has the right idea?"

"What do you mean?" she asked confused.

"What if life isn't worth fighting for anymore, look at our world no matter how many good people or bad people there are left the dead are still out there we live in fear." He took a deep breath, "If she dies I know I won't be far behind."

"You can't mean that."

"I used to be a man of god back then I would have never guessed I would even consider it." He shook his head.

"Then don't we need you Harper needs you she isn't dead yet, she's still fighting that means you have to as well." She glanced down at his hands and frowned looking at his left index finger, she had seen a tattoo like that before, Veritas no the one she saw was different she tried to remember who she had seen it on, what had the one from her memory said? "Your tattoo." She asked, "What does it mean?"

"Which one?" he asked.

"The one on your left hand?"

"Truth." He told her, "My brother had one like this on his right hand, Aequitas meant Justice." He paused, "Why?"

"I just." She paused, "I thought I saw something like that before." She looked up and her eyes met his again. She had seen those eyes before, but on another, who? She couldn't remember she couldn't quiet place the image of those eyes, but she had seen them before only on another? She wanted to say it was after the dead began to walk, but she only knew a handful of people since then.

Daryl couldn't believe how long it was taking his shoulder to mend, he knew the bullet had hit something important in his shoulder but he couldn't remember what it was called, all Hershel said was it would take time to heal and that he should take it easy, but he never took it easy. He could hardly sleep anymore let alone take it easy. Every time he closed his eyes he saw her, ever time he went somewhere quiet he heard her. Ever since that shoot out in Woodbury she haunted him even worse then when he first had Liam around. Now he couldn't get that image out of his mind. Her in that white dress that looked like she had just gotten out of bed no shoes on walking though the gun fight. No one in his or her right mind would do that, he had just imagined her. Yet something in his mind couldn't just let it go.

"Hey kid." Daryl called out to Liam

"Yeah?" Liam asked trotting up to him.

"Where there a lot of blonde woman in that Woodbury town?"

"Yeah."

"How many?"

"I don't know Ma, um and others." He looked down then back at Daryl, "Ma did let me meet with anyone without her or Da around she was afraid someone would hurt me or I'd get lost."

"What about one with a smile that could light up a whole room, and eyes that burned like fire?" he was crazy now he was asking a little boy about a girl that wasn't there, giving a description he doubted the child could understand.

"Huh?" he asked, "Ma had a pretty smile." He paused, "I think I never saw her smile never really smile, Da said her smile used to light up a whole room and one look would make any man no matter how big shake in his boots if they made her mad." The little boy looked down, "I made Ma sad."

"What?" Daryl asked noticing tears filling in the boys eyes, he didn't know what to do with crying. "I don't think so kid."

"She said I never was allowed to go anywheres without her or Da and especially never outside the walls, but I wanted to go see I wanted to explore like in the books I was reading."

"Most kids go against what their Ma's want." Daryl told him, "I know my brudder and I did."

"But I snuck onto Merle's truck before it left I got lost without them." He sniffed as he rubbed his eyes.

"You mean your parents weren't outside the walls with you?" Daryl asked.

"No."

"They are still inside?"

"Yes."

Daryl didn't want to give the boy back but that had to mean his parents were still alive, the only reason he had kept the boy here with them was he believed the parents to be dead, "Do you want me to take you to them?" he asked.

"Yes." He nodded.

"I know where they are." Daryl said softly.

"You do?" the boy asked a smile growing on his face, "I can see my Ma and Da again."

Daryl smiled, "Yes, lets get your things."

The boy ran as fast as his feet could carry him back inside the prison. Daryl watched him go with mixed fillings, he wasn't sure he wanted to give the boy back to idiots who would stay in Woodbury, but at the same time they were his parents and maybe if he gave the boy back he wouldn't have to see her eyes always looking at him, then maybe he could forget about her. As Daryl Dixon he never had to listen to his gut, never had to pay attention to that feeling deep down saying, no don't do this but as Murphy MacManus he lived off instinct. The part of him that was Daryl told him to drop the boy and run get rid of the nuisance get rid of the headache; get rid of the heartache. Yet the part of him that held on to Murphy told him that it wasn't safe in Woodbury not for a boy who had parents that couldn't even watch him long enough to make sure he didn't climb onto a truck. He was surprised by the anger that filled him the thought, 'How could he not watch out for Liam.' Came to his mind. He confused himself at times, who was the 'he' that his mind got angry at?

"I'm ready!" Liam grinned

"Good." He picked up his bow and glanced around knowing everyone was still asleep. "Let's go quick before anyone wakes up."

"Why?"

"Just 'cause." Daryl muttered, he knew they would stop him from giving the boy back. He was being selfish he knew that. The boy was safest with this group here at the prison not in some town run by a lunatic who didn't have parents who could watch over him. Yet he couldn't look into her eyes he could never tell them that. He couldn't tell them the sinking feeling he wanted to ignore, but couldn't. He hadn't been there to protect his family and this little boy just reminded him time and time again of the life he lost, the life he put behind him a long time ago. Or rather thought he put behind a long time ago.

The boy held on to Daryl as he drove his bike in the direction of Woodbury. A horrible feeling washed over him, how could he be sending this boy back to like in a town ruled by crazy man? He was being selfish that much he knew, he tried telling himself over and over again that it didn't matter anymore. He wasn't Murphy he didn't go out of his way to make sure others were safe. He protected his own that was it. This kid he wasn't part of that he was part of the family he had slowly become a part of. That was another lie. He cared about this boy he had found him alone in the woods. Something told him he had to protect and watch over him just like the family he had protected from Merle and the walkers. Yet it was more. The boy was drawn to him and he to the boy. Those people were saved only partly because the old him and partly because of who he had become with Rick's group. It wasn't Murphy that saved those people it was the new evolved Daryl. Yet why did he feel so much like Murphy when he saved the boy or even when he was around the boy? He had to put this boy behind him he had to take his mind away from his past and he could only do so by pushing him away.

Once he reach Woodbury he was at a loss of what to do next. He couldn't go up to the doors a knock saying he found some lost child. No he would have to sneak in and hope the boy knew where to go, he had to hope that the boy spoke the truth that his parents were still alive. He wasn't hard sneaking in the boy listened and followed directions almost to a T he didn't argue or question, just did as he was told. He knelt down in front of the boy once they were inside the walls.

"Alright Kid ain't much more I can do."

"Are you leaving?" the boy asked.

"Yes." Daryl mumbled, "I got to go back, I'm needed there. They are my family." Daryl couldn't believe the words that were coming out his mouth, but they were the truth they were all he had left the closest he would ever have to a family.

"I thought I was going to be your family too?" Liam asked.

"You have a family a Ma that loves you and a Pa as well they miss you, the need you." Daryl felt something pulling at his heart, a part of him didn't want to lose the boy the other part wanted to push him away to tell him to leave and never look back. "You need to go home and fin your-" he stopped as he heard a click of a gun.

"What are you doing inside the walls?" a voice asked.

Daryl rolled his eyes he knew who the voice belonged to, Andrea the woman sleeping with the devil. "Put that thing away." He growled.

"What are you doing here?" she hissed lowering the gun. "Don't you think you did enough harm?"

"Ain't here to cause no trouble." Daryl growled again. "Thought I'd return something that got lost."

"What the hell would we lose that you would just walk into our." She paused, "Supposable secure walls."

"You need better security." Daryl told her, "I got in pretty quick and easy."

"The walls are meant to keep walkers out." Andrea told him.

"A breach is a breach." He rolled his eyes, "for all I care you idiots deserve what you get."

"Daryl." Andrea shook her head, "I don't see why we can't all just get along."

"I brought the kid back." Daryl told her.

"The kid?" she asked as she looked around Daryl to see the boy in the missing posters.

"Oh my god." She muttered, "He's alive."

"Found him a while back assumed his parents were killed pulled him out of a pretty rough place lots of walkers."

"Why did it take you so long to get him back here?" she asked "Were you going to use him against us?"

"You know us." He growled, "We ain't gunna do that."

"Then why now?"

"He just told me not more then an hour ago his parents hadn't left the walls with him that he snuck onto the truck." Daryl looked back to the wall, "The other's don't know I even brought him here." He paused again, "Take his to his parents. I need to get back out of here before anyone notices other then you."

Even in the late afternoon light she could tell he was uneasy by the way he spoke and the way he moved. She also could tell by his face, she had spent a long time with him she knew his face. His face. His eyes. It was him that's who Connor's eyes reminded her of, it was also him with a similar tattoo as the man who's child Daryl now stood protectively in front of. The boy looked up from behind Daryl it was almost unsettling how much the child reminded her of the man before her. How was that possible? The Childs eyes almost reminded her of Daryl and Connor's, but there was something else there something that didn't match the two. How strange. "Daryl." She said softly low enough so Liam couldn't hear. "His mother's in the hospital she couldn't take his loss…the other night after the shooting." He paused, "She took a lot of pills we don't know…the doctors don't know."

Why did his heart feel like it dropped to his stomach? Why did he feel the urge to run in whichever direction the boy's mother was? "Ain't my problem." He told her fighting the worry that was gripping at his body. Why did he feel this worry? This fear? "Still got a father don't he?"

"Yes." Andrea said shaking her head remembering who Daryl really was, he didn't care about people he didn't care about small children.

"Don't know why your tellin' me this shit all I'm doin' is droppin' him off what you do with him I don't care." Another lie, they seemed to be flowing easy today.

"Daryl." Liam said, "Can you take me to my Ma and Pa please, and pretty please stay with us they would like you I know it."

"I have to go." Daryl said, "This is Andrea she's an old." He paused as he looked up at her, "Person I know she will take you to your family, I have to get back."

"Can I come visit?"

"No the road ain't no place for a kid." He looked at Andrea "Make sure he finds his home." Then he turned and left knowing Andrea wouldn't let anyone know he was there she would allow him to make a clean escape. He ignored the boy calling for him, even though something wanted to pull him back. Between the boys cries and the thought of his mother dying right now. It almost felt like his heart was breaking like he was losing more and more of himself. He just had to get himself farther away far away from that boy and everything he made Daryl feel.

"Come on Har." Connor said, "Come on please." He rested his head at the side of her bed he hadn't gotten any chance to sleep much. Andrea had left maybe half an hour ago she tried to recruit him to help her, but he couldn't he wouldn't not with Harper in the shape she was he couldn't leave her not when any moment could be her last. Andrea seemed to think Harper was still fighting, but he feared she was barley holding on that any moment she could slip away and he would be lost forever in this world.

"Pa!" the little voice yelled as the door slammed open. Connor almost fell off his chair in surprise the voice he heard couldn't be who he thought could it? He turned his head to look at the door, he felt tears come to his eyes and he wasn't the type of man to cry. There standing in the door way was Liam the boy that he thought he would never see again.

"Liam." He gasped as he flew from the chair he didn't even know how he got from his side of the room to the door. Before he couldn't even get his mind to catch up with his body he had already scooped Liam up in his eyes and sobbed as he held the boy close never wanting to let go. He was safe, he was alive no harm had come to him. He didn't know how long he sat in the doorway holding the boy, who ever was standing behind the boy waited until he gained his composure and stood up. Connor's eyes met Andrea's

"How?" he asked

"A man." She told him, "From outside the walls said he found Liam and thought his parents to be dead and looked after him, only recently did Liam say something about his parents being here." Andrea paused, "As soon as he found out he brought him back and asked me to return him to you."

"That man is a Saint." Connor muttered as he hugged the boy close to him, "A Saint."

"I thought you didn't believe in that kind of stuff anymore?" Andrea asked

"There must be someone looking out from above if Liam was that fortunate that someone didn't mind taking on the hardships of a boy in this world." Connor told her with a smile.

"Daryl made sure I was safe." Liam told him. "Rick said no more people that there was to many to protect Daryl said he would protect me always."

"He did?" Andrea asked, "Daryl?" The Daryl she knew didn't take to helping others he was only out to help himself, other then his weird obsession with looking for Sophia he never acted like he cared about anyone.

"He isn't coming back is he?" Liam asked

"No." Andrea said softly, "He isn't he had to go home."

"Liam?" a weak voice whispered from the other side of the room.

"Har?" Connor gasped as he hurried to her side Liam still in his arms.

"Liam?" she asked again her eyes struggling to open.

"Yes Har, Liam he's home, he's home." More tears filled his eyes she was awake she was waking up perhaps Andrea was right she was fighting.

"Ma!" the little boy yelled out as Connor placed him down on the bed so he could hug his mother.

Harper slowly reached her hand around the boy and hugged him letting tears fall from her eyes. "Liam" she said softly as she hugged him, "My boy."

Connor leaned down and kissed her on the forehead, "You scared me half to death."

"I sorry." She whispered softly as she looked up at Connor. "So sorry."

"You two will be the death of me." He half joked through his water eyes and smile.

"Are family's back." Harper whispered. An image from the other night flashed into her mind. She tried to wrap her eyes around the image she had seen in the middle of the shoot out. Had her eyes been playing tricks on her? She knew she had been in a dark place, but that man she had seen he looked so much like Murphy, the man shooting the arrows. She turned her attention back to Connor and Liam, the two boys she had, the two boys that were right in front of her. Her boys. She couldn't let herself get lost in the past. Murphy was gone, dead and there was nothing she could do about it. A part of her old self seemed to come back to her, that part of her that was fire. She wasn't going to give up no now not ever not while her boys still needed her. She had to keep going for Liam and for Connor.

"I'd be lost without the boy of you." Connor mumbled as he wrapped his family in a hug.

Andrea watched the small family hold each other tears in her eyes. Not only had their son been retuned to them, but also Harper had woken up. It seemed almost like a scene out of a movie. But she couldn't let go of the image of the boy standing with Daryl looking like a mini Daryl, how could that be? And why did Daryl's eyes look filled with pain when he let the boy go? She had even noticed the small change when she had mentioned the boy's mother. It was only there for a second when Andrea had picked up on it, but he had been worried. Why? Did he care for the boy and didn't want the boy to get hurt? Or was there more Andrea didn't know?

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