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Got this out and I know it's a little late and for that I'm so sorry.But it's out now and I hope you like it. Loved everyone's response last chapter,you guys rock!

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Daryl twirled the jasper in his fingers,the sun filtering dimly through the stone's green hue. Michonne drove beside him,only training her eyes on him every once in awhile before focusing back on the road. Tyreese and Bob were silent,a smart move on their part.

He knew they could tell he was still boiling over what had taken place at the university. He hadn't blown up in awhile but what Bob had done was unacceptable. Putting any sort of substance before the group's life was foolish and selfish. Daryl knew though,as heartless as it was,it was the main reason he lashed out. He remembers his father beating him mercilessly,a belt in one hand,a whiskey bottle in the other.

Daryl sees the children of the prison,Lil Ass Kicker, huddled in a dark corner,terrified as drunken men call out to them. Just like him.

The children didn't deserve that. Weren't walkers soiling there innocence enough? But to see men they trusted,relied on,in a drunken,erratic state was enough to push anyone over the edge. And what about the men? They may be alright sober,but booze did things to people,messed with their minds. If they were around the kids alone . . .

He looks out the window,the lowering Sun bathing everything in brilliant oranges and pinks before settling into an ominous black. A stray walker would flash by every so often,and he frowned. He didn't know why such a dark feeling had taken over him. Daryl wanted to blame it on the guilty man in the backseat,but that just didn't seem to be it.

Everything was going to be okay. They had the meds,everyone was alive and the prison was secure.

He would walk into the prison,give Rick those meds,send Carol that smile only she gets to assure her he's okay, and have another talk with Riley through the door.

The prison loomed into view then,the moon,now high in the sky,giving it an eerie glow.

Yeah,everything was going to be okay.

It had to be.

Carl looked upon the piles and piles of corpses before him,the stench of rot and decay thickening the air. He looked up at the fallen length of fence,then to the bodies,then to his still-smoking gun. His father had patted his shoulder before running off to recruit some able-bodied people to sit up the fallen barrier and to let in Daryl's newly arriving group. It was all a fuzz to Carl.

Whatever had taken over him,that calm determination,freaked him out. Mainly because he had only experienced it once. That night at Herschel's farm,when he had shot Shane. It was there for only a split second,just enough to raise the gun and fire,tearing a bullet his once-hero's head.

But as much as it freaked him out,it didn't exactly scare him. He had saved the prison,Judith,his father,Riley.

At the though of her Carl realized he hasn't seen her since this morning,when they had been working the gate together. It was a bit strange,and without a second thought in his head,Carl hurried into the cell-block,praying she hadn't gotten sick. The cell-block was a flurry of activity,people hurrying out to set up the fence or get their hands on the newly arrived medicine. Carl managed to push through and into Riley's cell,only to find it empty.

Completely empty.

Her backpack was gone,the bed stripped of the sheets Daryl had picked up for her on a run all those months ago when they were sort due to the arrival of the Woodbury citizens. All personal belongings,any proof of Rileys presence within the last year,gone.

Carl stepped toward the bed,his heart hammering in his chest as he got on his knees,palms flat against the concrete as he peered under the bed.

Please be there,please be there,please be there.

His eyes widened at what he found,air catching in his throat.

Michael's blanket was gone.

One of Rileys biggest mementos of her late brother,it had served almost as a sad gateway for her in the weeks following his death. She had finally put it away after some time,opening up to him only a few days ago that the grief has only worsened being around it. She had always kept it though. It would've insulted his memory otherwise,she had said.

Why would it be gone? Where was Riley?

Carl stood up,bolting through the cell-block,asking anyone if they had seen her. His heart was pounding,the world around him a buzz as he desperately seeked any sort of information on her whereabouts. But he only got the same answers,over and and over again.

"Riley,well I haven't seen her since last night at dinner."

"The brunette girl? No,I haven't seen her all day."

"Hm,Riley,that little girl with the sad eyes? Sorry dear,haven't seen her since yesterday. Or was that the day before . . ."

He ran outside then,the morning Sun blinding him a moment. His eyes dart about till they land on his father,the man smiling as he examines the full-grown pea plants in the yard down below. The group works around Carl as he hurries down the yard,Michonne getting into the loading truck with Herschel to dump the corpses Carl had killed only hours before. Daryl scared off the last of the Woodbury people from the runs bounty,growling not unlike a wolf to anyone that dared try to lay their greedy fingers on the medicine before it was distributed fairly.

Carl ran past them all,his eyes set on his father. The man looked up from the plants as he neared,that proud smile still on his face. That was until he saw his son's panicked face. He took hold of Carl's shoulder,looking into his eyes.

"Carl," his tone was worried,brows scrunched. "What's wrong? Is it in the cell-block?"

His eyes darted up to said place,only to look back at his son as the boy shook his head frantically. When Carl,spoke,his voice was near panic.

"No,it isn't the cell-block." He assures,the sheriff calming instantly. "I just can't find Riley."

His father tensed immediately,the grip on Carl's shoulder tightening as he went on.

"I went to talk to her but she wasn't in her cell. Nothing was in her cell. I asked around and nobody seen her since this morning. I haven't seen her all day either. I'm worried,Dad. Is she in the A block? Is she sick?"

His father closed his eyes,taking a deep breath. Carl's eyes widened.

"Dad," he says desperately. "Is she sick?"

The man finally opened his eyes,his expression one of a tired and weary man.

"Carl," he says carefully. "I don't like telling you this,but Riley is gone. Carol too."

Carl stared at him. "Why?"

"Karen and David's death," his father continued. "That was all Carol and Riley. They had killed them,kept quiet about it until I asked Carol. She admitted to it and later Riley too. So this morning I took them out,left them with enough supplies and-"

"YOU LEFT THEM?" Carl snapped,teeth baring.

"They would've hurt you,Judith. I figured whatever crush you had with Riley ended all that time ago so you wouldn't really care."

His father was so impassive of it that it only fueled Carl's rage.

This can't be happening. This can't be happening. This can't be happening.

He tore from his father's grasp,eyes flashing with betrayal. "So you figure I no longer care about her,or Carol,who has been practically raising me and Judy? You figure I just turned off any feelings whatsoever that I had for her? Well,maybe if you stopped playing farmer for the past year and JUST PAID ATTENTION YOU WOULD'VE KNOWN,NOT FIGURED,HOW I FELT. IF YOU JUST STOPPED BEING SUCH A PUSSY AND ACTUALLY RAISE JUDY AND ME THEN YOU WOULDN'T HAVE TO BITCH ALL THE TIME HOW WERE TURNING INTO SUCH LOOSE CANNONS. EVER THINK OF THAT,DAD?"

His father didn't even have a chance to speak before Carl ran off,throwing only one comment over his shoulder before disappearing into the cell-block.

"Have fun telling Daryl,Dad."

I honestly liked how this turned out,though I had to redo sections constantly for my crappy internet. Another update maybe tomorrow or within the next week,if y'all want it.

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