Chapter 16

Cara's POV

"I gonna find her, Cara. I am gonna save her." Carl's words played over in my head as I lay on the bed in the RV. It had been three hours and I still hadn't moved, it's not like I wanted to lay there while the rest of the group searched for my sister. I want to be the one leading the search for my sister, but my body wouldn't allow me.

Carl had left right after he promised to find my sister, to make sure she was safe. His parents allowed him to stay out and search more cars, while they planned to search for my sister. I could hear them from my spot on the bed.

My mom was complaining, saying that it was Rick's fault for leaving my sister out there and how he should be out there searching for her. I wanted to yell at her, heck I wanted to talk, and tell her that it wasn't Rick's fault. I wanted to tell her that it was her fault for not allowing my sister to be taught how to protect herself.

"If you had just stayed with her-" My mom started again, repeating herself for the third time. I could picture her flinging her arms around and her face going from pale to red.

Daryl scoffed. "I said that it was too dark. It would be like hunting blindfolded."

"Daryl is right. We would be at a disadvantage against any Walkers." Dale said, agreeing with Daryl for the first time since the Jim situation.

"She is my little girl!" Silence. A tear fell down my cheek, as her words cut my flesh.

"If ya hadn't noticed, woman, ya have another kid. And she is layin' the RV too broken to move." Daryl growled. I could hear the glare in his deep voice. I wanted to cry out for him, but nothing would come out.

"She doesn't need me." My 'mom' said. I say 'mom' like that, because she isn't acting like my mother. She is acting like that bitchy lady from down the street back in our old neighborhood.

"Ha! That's bullshit. That girl needs someone and it should be ya." That was the last thing Daryl said to my 'mom' before storming into the RV.

He was sitting down next to me, a scowl semi-permanently etched on his face. His calloused hand slid into mine, trying to comfort me. He squeezed it. "Cara, ya know I care about ya and ya know how hard that is for me to admit. I know ya heard what ya momma said and I need ya to know that she doesn't matter. Ya are strong and independent. Ya can survive this world, but to do that ya gotta get up. Ya gotta wake up."

I focused on moving, on getting up from my spot. A sigh escaped my chapping lips, which shocked Daryl.

He gripped my hand a little tighter. "Ya can do it, Cara. I know ya can do it."

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing myself to sit up. My body started to shake as I pushed my body off of the mattress. Daryl wrapped his arm around me, trying to give me support. I grunted as I leaned forward, panting a little bit from using all of my strength to break out of my paralyzed state.

I leaned to the side, laying my head against Daryl's chest. "Ya did it, Cara," he whispered.

I nodded against him. "I did it," I whispered, sighing.

We sat there for a few moments, just embracing the silence. It wasn't until the RV door opened and Glenn walked in, that I pulled away from Daryl. I locked eyes with him. Glenn gasped, a large smile spreading across his face. He slowly walked over to the bed, trying to control his joy.

"You're up," he whispered, pulling me into a hug.

I chuckled, wrapping my arms around him. "Yeah, I am."

He leaned back and smiled down at me. "You scared the shit out of me."

I smirked and looked over at Daryl. "I think I scared the shit out of a few people."

Daryl scowled. "Language."

I snorted. "Your language is worse than mine, Daryl."

He pushed me over, causing the bed to jiggle. I laughed, rolling onto my back. "Don't ya use that tone with me, missy."

Glenn started laughing with me. "I'm sorry Daryl, but I think that you are the one that taught her that tone."

Daryl tried to scowl, but he couldn't keep his face straight. "Whatever."

I sat back up and pushed the blanket off my legs. "Now that I am up, I can go search for my sister."

Glenn raised his hands up to stop me. "Don't ya think that you should be taking it easy? I mean, you just 'woke' up." He did air quotes around woke.

I shrugged. "I can't just sit here anymore, Glenn. I have to go look for her. She doesn't know how to defend herself. What if more walkers attack her, or worse people?"

He furrowed his brows. "Why are you more worried about people than walkers?"

I sighed. "With walkers, you know what they want. They want food," I ran a hand through my hair. "With people, it is different. You never know what kind of crazy shit is going through their head. You don't know, if they are good people or bad. You don't know, if they will take care of her or kill her."

Daryl and Glenn shared a look then looked at me. "You sure think of all of the possibilities," Glenn said, standing up from the bed.

I nodded, getting off the bed. "When it comes to my sister and our shared past, I do. I don't want her to go through more than she has too alone. We are twins, we aren't one without the other. I don't know what I'd do without her."

Daryl wrapped his arm around my shoulder as we head towards the door of the RV. "You'd survive, Care. She'd want you to survive."

A tear slide down my cheek. "I want her to survive."

~A/N

Hey!

It has been awhile since I updated, but that is because of school and all of the shit I have to do for that. The semester is coming to an end, so hopefully I will be able to update more in the summer. But I have no clue. I did get a new positon at my job that will be keeping me busy, but I will work on chapters when I can.

How did you like this chapter? I know Daryl was a little out of character, but that is because I want him to have kind of father/daughter relationship with Cara.

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Have a great weekend!

G-V Princess.