Chapter Twenty-Three – Alexandria, Daryl
Daryl watched her as she gathered her pack in the morning. Crossbow at the ready. She slipped out first, him behind her pushing his bike. He watched her slip through the woods, like a hunter watches his prey. They had been through a lot. He wasn't about to let her out of his sight. They followed Michonne's tracks to the main road, then he cranked the bike up, shivering against the cold, and climbed on. She climbed on behind him, his bow tucked over his shoulder, and hers over her shoulder.
Within the hour they were at the gates, and he called to Rick to let them in.
First she was relieved to see her children, they ran to her, and she hugged them up. Daryl smiled after them, Carol was first to hug him, arms tight around him. "Missed you, Pookie!" She cooed to him. He smiled. "That your girl?"
Daryl nodded. He watched as the others began to lope around. "She saved me." Daryl told Rick, as he approached. "More than once." Rick nodded.
"You pissed Michonne off." Rick whispered to him.
"Didn't expect her to come barging in on us…" Daryl lowered his voice. Riley caught his eye and motioned him over to meet her children. Rick watched the curious scene unfold, Daryl placed his hand on the small of her back, and waved at the children.
Carol was confused at first, when he gathered his stuff up from the house. "Going to Riley's…" His voice dropped off as he nodded to her.
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