Set during 5x16 "Conquer"

Did you break but never mend?

Did it hurt so much you thought it was the end?

Lose your heart but don't know when

And no one cares, there's no one there

Well did you see the flares in the sky?

Were you blinded by the light?

Did you feel the smoke in your eyes?

Did you? Did you?

Did you see the sparks, feel the hope? You are not alone

Cause someone's out there, sending out flares

Someone's out there, sending out flares

"Flares" – The Script

Chapter 5: Part 2 – Someone's Out There, Sending Out Flares

Two days had come and gone, and there was still no sign of Sam and Dean. Mia knew deep down that they were most likely dead, or worse, but she couldn't bring herself to leave the church. She didn't want to give up on them. Despite her feelings, she knew there would come a time when she would have to.

She waited for him to wake up and eventually Rick stirred awake.

Amelia had patched him up shortly after the fight, but it was obvious he was still sore because of the fight. He groaned as he sat up in the darkened room and glanced around. Mia knew he didn't see her because he lied back down and rubbed his eyes. He chuckled softly, causing Mia to sit up straight, the anger growing inside her.

"What's so funny?" Mia asked, startling Rick momentarily.

Rick looked at her, surprised. "You've been here the whole time?"

"All night," Mia stated coolly and restated her original question.

"A few weeks before we arrived here, we came across a cannibalistic group. We were trapped in a train car for hours before they took a few of us out to kill. We ended up getting out and destroying their compound, but even after everything that's happened, I'm still in that train car," Rick explained.

"My mom wanted you in here to help calm things down," Mia responded. "I patched you up, Carl came by for a little while, but I sent him home so he could get some sleep."

"Thank you," Rick said. His voice was hoarse and tired.

"Why did you do it?" Mia asked as she sat forward. Anger seeped into her voice as she asked, "Why did you point a gun at my parents and brother?"

Rick looked up at her, but couldn't frame a response.

"I like you a lot, Rick," Mia began, "but you can't ever do that again."

"I won't," Rick said, "unless I have to."

"You promised me once that you wouldn't pull a weapon on anyone before you talked to me," Amelia reminded him. "You broke that promise. How am I supposed to trust that you won't break it again?"

"You can't," Rick answered, making Mia drop her gaze and purse her lips in frustration. "Because I will always make sure that my people are safe."

"I can't believe that you—"

"You are one of my people, Mia," Rick cut her off. "Pete hurt you and I needed to hurt him. I needed to protect you."

"I don't need you to protect me," Mia rebuffed.

"I know," Rick said, nodding.

"I'm going to ask you one last time, Rick," Mia paused, "please do not pull a weapon on anyone in here, especially my family, without trying to talk to me first."

"I promise I won't, unless I need to protect my people," Rick answered.

"And I'm one of your people?" Mia questioned quietly.

"You're more than just one of my people," Rick told her with a weak small smile.

"I'm your person," Mia said. She smiled as she stood from the seat and sat down on the mattress facing Rick. He took her hand in his and smiled again.

"You're my person," Rick nodded.

"You know that the people here could become your people, right?" Mia asked.

"Of course," Rick said, "in time."

Mia tilted her head to the side slightly. "Will you try?"

"I will," Rick said.

Amelia pinned her lips between her teeth as she stared at their hands. Rick lifted them and kissed the back of her hand. Mia smiled gently.

"I like you, Rick, but I'm not the kind of girl who waits around for a guy to choose another girl over her," Mia admitted.

Rick dropped his gaze back to their hands. "You don't have to wait any longer, Mia."

Mia's eyes widened. "Does that—"

"I choose you," said Rick. He looked her in the eyes. "I choose you, and not only because you are kind, and smart, and strong, but also because when you got hurt, I realized that I wouldn't be able to function the same if you had died."

"I didn't die," Mia noted aloud.

"I know, but you could have, and if you did I would have killed Pete without hesitation or regret," Rick told her.

"I would have wanted you to," Amelia told him.

"Come here." Rick gestured to himself.

Mia obliged. She sat next him on the mattress and allowed Rick to put an arm around her shoulder. Mia rested her head on his shoulder.

"I've killed four people that I love," Mia admitted quietly. "First there was Mal, then Shay and Tierney, and then there was Aiden."

"Who were the girls?" Rick asked as they both stared at the wall in front of then.

"Friends," Mia told him. "More like sisters, really. But they're dead now and I miss them everyday."

"You were part of a group for a while?" Rick questioned.

"I was part of a family," Mia nodded. "There were nine of us and then there was just me, Shay, and Tierney. And in the end, they died too."

"Was the rest of your group killed by walkers?" Rick asked.

Mia shook her head. "No. It wasn't walkers."

"People?"

"People," Amelia nodded.

Before Rick could ask another question, the door opened. Mia stood and went back to her seat before Rick's family could see them sitting together.

"Where'd you get the gun?" Michonne asked as she entered.

"You stole it, right? From the armory?" Carol asked in an innocent tone. She paused for a moment before adding quietly, "It was stupid. Why did you do it?"

Mia opened her mouth to call her out on her lie, but Rick shot her a quieting look. She shut her mouth and clenched her jaw as she sat back in her seat. She crossed her arms over her chest as Rick replied.

"Just in case," Rick gestured.

"Deanna's planning on having a meeting tonight," Glenn told him, "for anyone who wants to."

"To kick Rick out?" Abraham asked.

"To try," Carol answered.

"We don't know that," Glenn argued. "Maggie's at Deanna's right now to try to figure out what it is."

Mia sighed quietly. "My mom wants Rick out of Alexandria and she's going to use tonight's meeting to make an argument for him to leave. She told me last night."

She continued as she looked at Rick. "Tonight, you need to make sure to tell everyone that the only reason you took the gun was to protect Jessie because she and her children were being abused and no one was doing anything to stop it."

"You say you took the gun to make sure Jessie was safe from a man that wound up attacking Mia, and then you when you tried to calm him down. You say you'll do whatever they want you to. Just tell them a story that they want to hear," Carol instructed. "That's what I've been doing since we got here."

"Why?" Michonne asked. Mia could see that she wasn't the only one wondering that same thing.

"Because these people are children, and children like stories," Carol answered coolly.

"They're inexperienced," Mia said, defensively. "That doesn't make them children."

"What happens after all the nice words, and they still try to kick him out?" Abraham asked, moving the conversation along. Mia leaned back in her seat with a silent huff.

"They're guarding the armory now," Glenn told everyone.

"We still have knives," Carol noted. "That's all we need against them."

Rick stared at his family for a moment before looking at Mia. He hesitated to state his plan, but after a moment he said, "Tonight, at the meeting, if it looks like it's going bad, I whistle. Carol grabs Deanna. I take Spencer. Michonne grabs Reg. Glenn and Abraham will cover us—watch the crowd."

Mia clenched her jaw as he laid out his plan.

"We can talk to them," Michonne told him.

"And we will," Rick agreed, sparing a glance in Mia's direction. "But if we can't get through, we take the three of them and say we'll slit their throats."

"Screw you, Rick," said Mia as she stood from her seat. "You never planned to talk to me first. You wanted this. You wanted to take over this place, and you're using me as an excuse to do it. I'm not going to stand by and let this happen."

"Mia, I—" Rick started as he stood up.

"Save it," Amelia said before walking out the door.

"Mia!" Rick called after her as she walked up the stairs that led to the sidewalk. "Mia!"

"What?!" Mia called out as she spun around to face him. "What could you possibly say that could make up for your stupid little plan?!"

"I love you," Rick told her. When Mia's expression softened, he continued. "I love you and there is nothing I wouldn't do for you. So, if you ask me to make a different plan—one where we don't threaten your family—then I will do it. But only if you ask me to."

"You don't have to make a different plan," Mia paused, "just promise me that you won't kill anyone! Even if it does escalate to a fight, promise me."

"I promise," Rick pledged without hesitation. Mia watched for a reason to doubt him.

"Fine," Mia sighed before turning around and continuing up the stairs. "I'll see you later."

"Where are you going?"

"Hunting," Mia answered and turned the corner, walking out of sight.

There he was.

Dean was standing right in front of her.

But where was Sam?

Mia had forgotten to ask when she saw the older brother. Instead, she'd reunited with him in a hug and helped him into the church. His arm had been hurt, but not bitten.

She waited until they were inside and the doors were locked to ask about Sam.

Dean leaned back in his seat as he watched Amelia. She could see the hint of anger in his expression. "He's dead," he finally said.

"Are you sure?" Mia asked as the news sunk in.

"Am I s—" Dean scoffed "Of course I'm sure that my brother is dead."

"And he's dead… not undead?" Mia questioned as she sat down on the pew in front of Dean.

"He's dead, Mia! D-E-A-D! Dead!" Dean shouted angrily. Mia barely flinched.

"Quiet, please. The dead ones will hear you," Mia warned.

"The walkers?!" Dean asked. "Is that all you care about?! The damn walkers?! Your boyfriend—my brother is dead and all you can worry your pretty little head about is the damn dead ones!"

He was shouting again, but Mia didn't hear him. She had already begun to retreat inside herself. It was a skill she had learned right after she killed Malachai. Sam had been the one to replace that coping skill. But he was gone—dead. Retreating was the only way that helped her hold onto her humanity and her sanity.

"Mia!"

She snapped out of her trance and looked up at Dean.

"What?"

"You're the reason Sam had to go and lead the walkers off. You're the reason he's dead!" Dean exclaimed a little quieter than his shouting volume.

"I know," Mia murmured.

Dean's voice and face softened instantly when he saw the grief in Amelia's expression. He cleared his throat and kneeled in front of her. He took her hand in his.

"You know how much I care about you," Dean started and Mia nodded. The affections he had for Mia had begun to cause strife in their small group. "But I can't do this anymore."

Mia looked from their hands to his face with tears in her eyes. "I know."

"I love you?" Mia repeated aloud. "I love you? He waits until after saying what he said to tell me that he loves me?!"

"What exactly did he tell you before he dropped the bomb?" Max asked.

They walked in silence for a moment through the woods as Mia tried to decide whether or not to tell Max the truth.

"It doesn't matter," Mia sighed. "All that matters is that Rick dropped the bomb after a very bad moment between us. It's like he said it just to make up for what he did."

"Well, for all that it's worth, I think he meant it," Max shrugged as he hoisted his rifle higher on his shoulder.

"That's a whole other issue," Mia scoffed. "We're still just trying to get to know each other. We promised to take it slow. Saying I love you is not taking it slow!"

"It's not, but if he meant it, then it's good that he told you," Max suggested.

"If he meant it," Amelia repeated quietly. "I think he did mean it. Rick's not the kind of guy to say something like that just to quell an argument."

"Then what's the problem with him saying it?"

Mia turned to face Max. "I like Rick, a lot, but I don't know if I love him."

"Did he ask you to say it back?" Max asked.

"No, but it's only a matter of time before he asks," Mia thought aloud.

"Do you think you could?"

"Yes," Amelia answered. "I think I might already, but we haven't even decided if we're right for each other."

"I think you know, Mia," Max told her with a quirk of his eyebrow.

Mia sighed as she dropped her gaze for a moment. She smiled when she looked up at Max again. "Thanks for listening."

Max gestured to his gun. "Thanks for teaching me. I should get back, though."

Mia raised an eyebrow. "Can you make it back on your own?"

"You've taught me well and the safe-zone isn't far. I'll be fine," Max assured her.

"Okay," Mia sighed. "Call for me if there's any trouble."

"I will," Max said before turning to leave.

Mia watched him until he walked out of sight. She shouldered her rifle and continued through the trees on her own. She went on for a while, keeping an eye out for a track or for walkers, but there was nothing in sight.

The woods were eerily quiet… until she heard the gunshot.

It was only one, but that was enough to send Mia running in the direction of the noise. She was shocked when she found Glenn lying behind a tree with blood running down the front of his shirt. He'd been shot.

Mia fell to her knees in front of him and pulled out the few supplies she'd brought with her. "How did this happen?"

"Nicholas," Glenn murmured. He flinched when she moved him forward slightly. She thanked whatever higher power was watching over him when she saw an exit wound.

"Nicholas? That bastard shot you?" Mia asked when she remembered his answer.

"I told him not to go outside the walls again, and then I saw him sneaking over so I followed him," Glenn explained. "He caught me by surprise. But I got away."

"You need to get back to the safe-zone and have Rosita clean this properly and stitch it up," Mia told him as she put a few gauzes over the wound. She taped it up the best she could. "You need to go, now."

"No way," Glenn argued. "If you're not going back, neither am I."

"You're going back, but I'm not until I find that bastard and put a bullet between his eyes," Mia said sternly.

"I'll go back," Glenn agreed, "if you swear you won't kill him."

"Why do you want him alive? He tried to shoot you!" Mia exclaimed. Glenn watched her for a moment.

"Everyone deserves a second chance," Glenn told her. "I'll go back, if you promise not to kill him; unless, he tries to kill you."

"He has a gun," Mia reminded him. "That means there's a bigger chance that I'm going to have to protect myself by shooting him."

"I know, but promise me anyways," Glenn said.

"Fine," Mia paused, "I won't kill him unless he tries to kill me first."

"Thank you," Glenn said quietly.

"Now, get yourself back to the Alexandria before you bleed out," Mia quipped. She gave Glenn her rifle.

"Be careful," Glenn said as she stood and took her pistol in her hands.

"I always am," Mia winked before beginning to follow Glenn's blood trail.

She had to follow it for a while before it ended. She picked up another trail nearby and started following that. As the sun started to set, she began to think about turning back, but then she heard another gunshot. It was too close to be anyone but Nicholas.

Mia went running and quickly found the man standing in front of a dead walker. She didn't bother pulling her gun when he was so distracted. She came up behind him and wrapped an arm around his neck while sweeping his legs out from under him with her own. Nicholas landed hard on his back and Mia pulled her gun while she leaned over him to get his.

She was unexpectedly kicked in the face and she squeezed her trigger by accident. Mia fell to the ground and covered her bleeding nose with one hand as she tried to use the other to get to her feet. Nicholas was one step ahead of her, though.

The man had pulled his gun from his belt and aimed it at Mia. She held up her gun in submission as she stood slowly, giving the illusion of surrender. When she was on her feet, she took her chance and knocked his gun away with one hand and fired a bullet into his shoulder with the other. He fell to the floor in a heap of groans and tears and she quickly dropped on top of him, holding him down as she punched him in the face a couple times with the gun. She pressed the barrel to the middle of his forehead.

"Aiden died because of you," Mia said through gritted teeth. "Noah died because of you. Then you tried to kill Glenn?" She paused for a moment as she pressed the barrel of her gun down harder on his forehead. "You shouldn't get to live. You don't get to live anymore"

"I was—I was scared. I was scared. I—I—I don't—I don't belong out here," he stuttered as he began to cry.

Mia wiped the blood off her face with her free hand. "You shouldn't get to live."

"I was scared. I was scared," he repeated.

"I don't care if you were scared!" Mia shouted at him. "You killed my brother!"

"I'm sorry. I never meant to—I'm sorry. I was scared!"

"You're always going to be scared," Mia panted. "You're always going to get people hurt. Killing you will save lives!"

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry. Please, don't kill me," Nicholas begged.

Mia pulled the gun away and dropped to the floor beside him. "I promised Glenn that I wouldn't kill you if I could help it. But I'm telling everyone what happened and we'll see what happens to you then."

She knew it was for the best. Even if he did love her, she knew he couldn't be around her without thinking of his brother. Mia had convinced herself it was for the best, but deep down she knew that it would only get worse after Dean left. She might be able to find a group, or two, but she'd never stop missing Sam and Dean. The brothers would always be in her heart.

"Are you ready?" Dean asked as they came to the crossroads.

Mia faced him. "No, but that's okay. I'll go anyways."

"You have a family to find," Dean said as he looked down at her.

"You were my family, Dean. You and Sam," Mia responded.

Dean sighed quietly as he dropped his gaze to the floor for a moment. "You were our family too."

"For what it's worth, I'm sorry," Mia told him.

"Me too," Dean responded as they held each other's gaze. He cleared his throat when he broke their eye contact. "You got the map?"

"And the guns, ammo, and food and water," Mia nodded.

"Good. I guess I'll see you when I see you," Dean said.

Mia nodded. "See you when I see you."

She picked up her bags and rifle and started to turn around.

"Mia," Dean called after her. She faced him again and he sighed heavily. "You know that I love you, right?"

Mia smiled weakly. "I know. I love you too."

She turned around and started down the long road ahead of her. Mia knew that Dean had meant what he said differently than she did, but she chose to accept it and move on. She had no idea when she'd see him next, if ever.

It was hard work—helping Nicholas back to the safe-zone—not just physically, but mentally as well. Every minute, Mia would get the urge to leave him out there for the walkers, but then Glenn's voice would occupy her thoughts and she'd continue to help him. By the time they finally reached the gate, the sun had already set and Mia was sure that her mother's meeting had already started.

"It's Mia and Nicholas," Amelia called out. "Open up!"

The gate opened and Mia was surprise to see Spencer standing there. He was supposed to be at the meeting.

"What are you—"

"You should get to the meeting. There's been a—" Spencer stopped when he saw Nicholas and Mia's face. "What happened to you two?"

"It was an accident," Mia answered without hesitation. "What happened at the meeting?"

"Rick found a walker inside the walls because no one was watching the gate," Spencer explained.

"You can make it to the infirmary on your own, right?" Mia asked. She didn't wait for him to answer, though. She let go of him and let the man drop to the floor in a bloody heap. "Good."

"Mia!" Spencer called after her.

"Don't worry about him, Spence, he's fine," Mia told him before turning and leaving.

She ran all the way to the small courtyard where the meeting was being held.

"I'm not sorry for what I said last night," Rick's voice reached her before she rounded the corner. "I'm sorry for not saying it sooner. You're not ready."

Mia took a moment to wipe as much blood as she could from her face before walking into the courtyard.

"But you have to be. Right now, you have to be," Rick said as his gaze flickered to Mia. She knew he was curious to know what happened, but she urged him to continue and took her spot next to her parents.

He swallowed and looked down at the dead walker on the floor as he faced the crowd. "Luck runs out."

Mia pursed her lips as her eyes scanned the faces of the crowd. She stopped short when she saw Jessie's eyes widen and shake her head. Mia followed her gaze and stepped back subconsciously when she saw Pete standing in the gateway to the courtyard with Michonne's katana in his hand.

"You're not one of us!" Mia could tell he was drunk by the slur of his words and the way he stumbled forward. He raised his voice when he shouted, "You're not one of us!"

Mia's father rushed in front of the taller man. "Pete! Pete, you don't want to do this."

"Get out of my way, Reg," Pete mumbled angrily. Mia placed a hand on the gun on her belt and slipped across the yard so she was standing just a couple feet from Rick.

"Reg," Mia's mother warned her husband.

"Just stop," Reg tried again. "Just stop."

"Get away from me," Pete grumbled.

"Reg," Deanna repeated.

Mia glanced at Rick and saw that he was also reaching for his gun, but she followed his gaze when it lifted to someone. Carol.

"Not now," Carol advised. Mia narrowed her eyes at the duo, but Rick obeyed and released the weapon.

Mia turned her gaze back to her father and Pete.

"Get away!" Pete seethed. He gave Mia's father a rough shove and lifted his other arm—the one with the katana. Mia pulled the gun out of her belt and aimed it at Pete, but by then it was too late.

Pete slid the sharp blade across Reg's neck and hit the artery. Mia gasped and placed her hands over her mouth, dropping her gun, as her eyes began to burn with tears. She ran over to the spot where her mother had caught her father. She fell to her knees beside them and pressed a hand over her father's neck in an attempt to slow the bleeding. Mia heard something happening behind her, but she wouldn't dare divert her attention from her father.

She ignored her mother's cries and forced the woman to replace her hand on his neck. Mia hurried and removed the flannel t-shirt off her back. She didn't bother worrying that she was sitting in freezing weather in just a tank top and wadded the fabric up over the wound. She put as much pressure as she could on top of the shirt, but despite the effort, the blood began to seep through.

"Someone get me another shirt!" Mia called out, but no one answered or moved.

"Mia, he's gone," she could hear Rick's voice, but she couldn't accept what he was saying as the truth.

She looked at her father and saw that his eyes were closed. "No."

"He's gone, Mia," Rick repeated.

"No, he can't be. He can't be. He can't be dead! He's my dad. He's my dad! I—I just—I just got him back. I can't—I can't loose him now. I can't," Mia stuttered as she frantically continued to apply pressure to her father's neck.

"Mia," Rick said as he placed a hand on her shoulder. She looked away from her dad and up at Rick. "He's dead."

Mia turned back to Reg and stared at him for a moment. "No," she whispered. She swallowed and started shaking her head. "No. No. No. No!"

She got to her feet and picked up the gun she had dropped. She stepped up in front of Pete, who was being held down by Abraham and cocked the gun. She aimed it at the killer's head as she sobbed.

"Mia. Mia." Rick said as he stepped between her and Pete. He grabbed the gun and took it from her with one swift pull. When she went to reach for it, he grabbed her by her wrists. She started to cry harder as he held her hands out in front of her. "I know what you're feeling. The grief is overwhelming you. You just have to focus on one thing, okay?"

"No, I can't," Mia cried. "I can't."

"Just find that one thing that makes you strong," Rick said as he kept a hold on her. "Find the thing that makes you want to live, Mia. Just latch onto it and let it in."

Mia calmed down for a moment, keeping her eyes locked onto Rick's. She stopped sobbing and took a shaky breath. She pulled one hand from Rick's and placed it on his chest as she seemed to find the ability to focus. Rick moved his hand further up her other arm so he was holding onto her shoulder. "Just breathe it in and blow everything else out."

Mia took another deep breath and let it out slowly. When she tried to do it again, she suddenly felt everything well up inside of her; all the memories and grief she'd been ignoring for the past months. It was the purest kind of pain she had ever felt. Everything came flooding through her instantaneously. She attempted to hold up the emotional walls she had built up over the last couple years, but failed. She yelled in pain as she clutched her head, but only for a few seconds.

She groaned as she slid her hands to her temples. She let out a few heavy breaths as she seemed to gain control of her emotions. Rick reached for her—to comfort her—but she pulled away slowly.

"Are you okay?" He asked.

"No," Mia murmured as her eyes met his. "But I will be."

She made her way back to her mother—who was still holding onto her husband's body—and lowered herself to her knees beside them. She placed a hand on her mother's back.

Rick looked away from Mia and down at the gun he had just taken from her. He looked at Pete. He realized he had never wanted anyone dead as much as he did Pete.

"Rick," Deanna called out quietly. He faced the woman, who took a deep breath and said, "Do it."

Rick knew what she meant, but he looked to Mia for confirmation. Her gaze was locked on her father's body. She seemed to sense Rick's eyes on her and looked up at him, meeting his gaze. Rick inhaled slowly when he saw the blank, emotionless look in her eyes. Mia's eyes flickered to Pete then returned to Rick. Rick turned, raised the gun and fired one shot straight at Pete's head.

Screams and gasps filled the moments that followed, but Rick and Mia just looked at each other and nodded simultaneously.

"Rick?"

Everyone looked towards the front of the courtyard. It took a moment for Rick to realize that it was Morgan who was standing between Daryl and Aaron. He narrowed his eyes for a moment, as if to doubt if it was really him, but accepted that it had to be him.

"Mia!"

Spencer's voice reached her ears before her brother rounded the corner. "Mia! There's someone at the gate. He says he knows you and—" That was when he saw his father's bloody body on the floor.

"Wha—what happened?" He asked as he walked closer to the body of his father. When no one answered he raised his voice and repeated, "What happened?!"

"Pete murdered him, Spencer," Mia told her brother, "but Rick executed him for it."

Spencer looked from his father's body to Pete's. "Good."

Mia pursed her lips before asking, "What did you say about the gate, Spence? What did you say?"

"There's a man—says he knows you," Spencer answered in a sort of dazed state as he stared at his father.

"Did this man have a name?" Rick asked when he grabbed Mia. She had tried to leave on her own.

"Dean. He said his name was Dean," Spencer answered as he kneeled beside his mother.

"Are you sure?" Rick asked when he saw Mia's expression.

"Yes!" Spencer shouted over his shoulder.

"Damn it!" Mia muttered before sprinting past Morgan, Daryl, and Aaron out of the courtyard.

She could hear people following her as she neared the gate, but she didn't stop to see who they were. Instead she focused on getting the gate opened. Once it was unlocked, she pushed both of the gates opened with one hard shove.

Mia inhaled sharply when she saw him.

"Hey, Ames," Dean sighed. She took a split second to look him over. He was dirty, but looked almost exactly the same as the last time she laid eyes on him.

"Dean," Mia breathed. When he opened his arms she didn't hesitate to jump into them. He wasn't just an old friend. He was family, and him showing up at the safe-zone proved to her that they still were.

"Mia?" Rick panted when he reached them. He had his hand on his gun as he watched the stranger hold onto Mia like she was his sister… or ex girlfriend.

Dean put her down, but placed a kiss on her forehead before she turned to face Rick and some of his own family members.

"Rick, Daryl, Michonne," Mia started, "this is Dean. He's a—He's my… He's someone that I care about a lot."

Rick narrowed his eyes at the man and tightened his hold on his gun.

A/N: There's chapter 5 part 2! I'm actually shocked I got it up in a week. I would really appreciate some feedback on this chapter in a review or PM. And please follow or favorite if you haven't already.

Question: Would you prefer flashbacks about Mia's time with Sam and Dean or flashbacks about what happened to the other group she lost (these would be longer, and in my opinion would be more interesting)?

Thank you for reading!