The mother and son followed Daryl onto a farm. Georgia scanned the area, taking inventory of the farm. There was a camper and tents a distance from the house, under some large trees. She could see an old man with a fishing hat up on top of the camper and a young boy sitting off to the side. There were people stalking around, feeding chickens, stoking a fire, and one woman was just sitting, staring off into the distance. Daryl paused and warned, "Be real quiet fer a few minutes. I gotta talk to someone."

"Are we allowed to be here?" Georgia asked.

"Ya are if I say ya are." He turned and grabbed her by the chin so she was forced to look up into his fiery blue eyes. He growled, "Don' be runnin' off, Georgia."

"Fine, Daryl."

"Back in a few."

Georgia dropped her duffel bag and dropped to her knees in front of DJ. She reached into her bag to drag out a bottle of water and one of her cleaner shirts. She poured a little water onto the shirt and started scrubbing at his face. He groaned and sighed, "Mom, Mom, quit it! What are you doing?"

"Just because the world is ending, doesn't mean I want people thinking I'm a bad mother. You haven't had a good bath in a month and a half and I'm not going to have people thinking that I don't take care of you."

"Mom, we haven't had time to bathe. Come on."

"I'm just glad you haven't hit puberty yet," she muttered. "You'd smell like a pig barn and people would really think I'm a bad mother."

"You're a good mom. You're tearing my face off, Mom."

"Be glad it's not spit, DJ."

DJ rolled his eyes and she smiled at him. The moment was interrupted by Daryl's rough voice demanding, "Woman, what are ya doin' to the kid?"

She stood up quickly and spun around to find Daryl and another man staring at her. The other man was thin with dark, graying hair. He smiled at her and she nudged DJ behind her back. He introduced, "I'm Rick. Daryl told me that you and your boy need a place to stay. We have lots of room and supplies. We'll be moving on after we find Sophia. Daryl's been out in the woods every day looking for her since she disappeared. She's been gone for three days now."

Georgia turned to Daryl and asked, "Is she your daughter? How did she get lost?"

"No. Ain't my kid. Don' got no kids."

Daryl missed the way that Georgia's arm moved around her back to pull DJ tighter to her but Rick didn't. He answered, "She was separated from us when a herd moved through. She got lost in the woods. She belongs to Carol, over by the fire."

Georgia nodded. She extended her hand and introduced, "I'm Georgia Carson, and this is my boy, DJ."

"Does DJ stand for anything?"

"He's named after his daddy and my father, his grandpa," she skirted around the question easily.

"And his father?"

"Hasn't been around since before he was born. Do you have any children?"

"My boy is over by the fire with Carol. His name is Carl. He's eleven now. How old is DJ?"

"He's eight so that's not too far off. It will be good for DJ to have somebody to play with."

"Carl as well. He was shot by accident right after Sophia disappeared and he's pretty torn up over it. She was his best friend."

Georgia scooted DJ in front of her and kissed him on top of the head. She said with a fake cheeriness, "Hear that, DJ? There's another kid for you to be around. Why don't you go introduce yourself while I get to meet all the adults? I'll take your duffel bag. Play easy though, baby. He's injured."

"Yes, Mom."

He handed his mom his duffel bag and looked over his shoulder as he walked towards the campsite. She smiled comfortingly at him before she turned to Rick and Daryl. Rick continued, "You can stay in the RV or I'm sure we can find a tent for you."

"No extra tents an the RV is full. They can stay in my tent wit me," Daryl said gruffly. "Got an extra sleepin' bag since Merle's gone. Big tent so it won' hurt 'em to stay wit me an I'm not in there most of the time."

Georgia turned her coffee eyes up to stare into Daryl's piercing blue ones.

"Are you sure?" Rick demanded. He was shocked that Daryl Dixon would let anybody come into his space. Most of the time, the man refused to let anybody near him when he was awake.

"She used to live wit me. Won' hurt her none to do it 'gain."

"I can handle Daryl," Georgia said calmly without looking away from Daryl's eyes. "He and I know each other just fine."

"Well, I'll let you get to it then. After you're moved in, you can meet everybody else. I'm working on planning tomorrow's search so I'll see you at dinner. It was nice to meet you, Georgia. I'm glad Daryl found you."

She nodded and watched him leave. She turned to Daryl and said awkwardly, "Never thought I'd see you with a cop."

"Don' act like ya know me, Georgia. Ya left. Ya left a long time ago an we ain' gonna pretend ya didn'. 'm gonna help ya take care of ya boy but don' talk to me 'bout nothin'."

She swallowed roughly and nodded. Daryl reached down and took DJ's duffel bag from her. He turned and stalked off with her following. He led her to the tent and climbed in. He tossed the bag into the corner and she put hers down gently. He grabbed a sleeping bag and tossed it to her before reaching down to grab his own and toss it over to her side of the tent as well. She asked, "Do you have another one?"

"Jus these two."

"Keep one for yourself. DJ and I can share. He grows like a weed but he's still small enough to share one with his mom."

"No. Boys shouldn' have to share a bed wit no one till it's their first girl. Shared a room wit Merle fer most of my life an it was awful. Can' imagine sharin' a bed wit no one. Ain't gonna make the boy share a sleepin' bag wit his momma."

"It's fine, Daryl. I'm not going to take your sleeping bag away from you."

"Jus take it, Georgia. Don' argue wit me."

"That's all we're good at is arguing, Daryl. Now take your damn sleeping bag back."

"Nu-uh, girly. Ain' gonna happen. An ya ain' gonna fight wit me right after ya got to camp. Yer gonna have the rest of the group thinkin' yer a wild woman. Now take the damn sleepin' bag an walk away. What yer good at."

"You know why I walked away, Daryl! You know why I left. It wasn't an easy decision."

"But cuttin' my baby outta ya was?"

"What?"

"Ya were pregnant when ya left. Me an Merle found the stick. Been eight years an ya don' have my kid wit ya."

"I….I…whatever, Daryl. I'm not going into this with you."

She threw the sleeping bags down and stormed out of the tent and over to the people who were already staring at her.