A/N: Sorry guys I didn't intend to end it there, but it was late and I was tired so ya...it ended. It was funny that pretty much every review was hatred for the cliffhanger! Somehow in uploading I managed to screw up the entire format and had to redo it, which made me sad.
For a few moments we all just stood there. Finally Beth cried out and ran towards one of the bodies. She collapsed next to it sobbing and I realised that it had probably been her mother. Suddenly the walker grabbed onto her, pulling at her hair and shirt. Beth screamed and struggled as she tried to pull away. Rick quickly ran to her and pulled her away before being sure to shot the walker in the head.
Maggie rushed over and pulled Beth away. She pulled Beth into her arms and held her she stared down at their mother. Soon she pulled her towards the house and helped her walk.
Glenn followed her, but Maggie shooed him away. Glenn walked back towards us looking dejected. I realized that when he had asked me about secrets that he must have been talking about the walkers in the barn.
I felt hands on my arms and I turned to see Daryl standing behind me. He leaned down and pressed a kiss to my temple before wrapping his arms around my waist. He leaned his head on my shoulder and rocked me slightly.
"Ya alrigh'?"
I nodded as Daryl reached for my hand and pulled the gun from me. I could feel him smirking against my cheek.
"Where'd ya learn to shoot like that?" I smiled and leaned my head against his.
"This guy I know taught me to shoot a crossbow and I just copied that. He's a pretty good shot."
"I'm a damn good shot." He kissed my cheek before letting me go. "Stay with yer mom I need to help with the bodies."
Daryl tucked the gun into his pants as he walked over to where the others had started gathering bodies. I turned and walked back to Mom. She was staring towards the barn and her eyes were wet. I hugged her, but she remained still. I pulled back and guided her away from the barn and back to the Rv. I helped her get into the bed and pulled all the curtains closed hoping she would rest.
I then turned back towards the barn and slowly walked back to where the others were putting bodies into a pickup. Daryl threw a body into the bed and as he turned he saw me. His eyes narrowed and he quickly started walking over to me. I stopped walking waiting for him to approach and he stopped right in front of me glaring down at me.
"I told ya to stay with yer mom." I shifted slightly, nervous.
"She's resting. I can help."
"Ya don't need to be dealin' with them." He took my arm and started leading me back to the Rv.
"I could dig for the graves then. Please Daryl, I just want to help." Daryl rubbed the back of his neck looking at me.
"Alrigh' ya can dig, but that's it and just for a few hours." He dropped my arm and walked back to the truck.
I walked over to the tree where Glenn and Dale had started digging. I picked up a shovel that was laying on the ground and started digging next to Glenn. We worked for quite a while until Dale left saying he better go back to keep watch since we had made so much noise. As he left I stopped and wiped my forehead. I looked over at Glenn and he looked terrible, as if he was sick to his stomach.
"What's wrong?" He looked up at me and stopped digging.
"I promised Maggie I wouldn't tell anyone and now we just killed all her family and friends. She hates me." I dropped my shovel and walked over to him. I pulled him in and hugged him as Glenn dropped his head to my shoulder.
"She doesn't hate you; she's just upset. I was going to go up there anyway, if you want I can talk to her." I could feel him nod against my shoulder.
"I like her. A lot." I let go of Glenn and smiled at him.
"I get someone to come help you dig." I walked back towards the barn and saw that all the bodies had been loaded into the truck. I quickened my pace and grabbed Daryl's arm where he stood looking at the barn. As I touched him he jerked looking down at me. I smiled up at him and when he saw it was me he went back to looking at the barn.
"Will you go help Glenn dig?" He looked down at me smirking.
"Tired of manual labor already?" My mouth dropped as I looked at him.
"I need to go and talk to Maggie!" He turned toward me.
"Well from now on why don' ya stick to talkin' and leave the man's work to me." I huffed and turned quickly walking to the house.
When I arrived I stood on the porch and stared at the door for a few minutes before knocking. The door slowly opened and I saw Maggie. Her eyes were red, but she looked pretty pulled together. She stood in the doorway, but pushed open the screen looking at me. I looked down at the ground briefly taking a deep breath.
"I just wanted to apologize for the way Shane acted. He was completely out of line and I'm sorry about your mom." She nodded slightly.
"Is there anything I can do?"
Before she could answer there was a loud bang from inside and a cry. Maggie quickly turned and rushed back into the house. I followed her and when we got into the kitchen we found Beth on the floor with Patrica hovering over her. Maggie rushed over and checked on her sister, but I stood back awkwardly. Maggie quickly turned back and looked at me.
"Can you help me get her into the bedroom?" I quickly moved forward and helped Maggie get her off the floor and carry her into the room that Daryl had stayed in. Once we got her settled on the bed Patrica came in with a wet cloth for her head. We all stood looking at her for a few moments.
"I'm going to find my dad." Maggie quickly left the room.
"Maybe she needs to eat something. The shock might have been too much." I looked over at Patrica and she nodded.
"I'll sit with her. You go and get her some lunch."
I walked out of the room and into the kitchen quickly gathering up some food and plates. I found a tray and placed a plate with silverware on it as I worked on heating some of the leftovers on the stove. I put a glass of water on the tray as well before dishing up the food. I made up a second plate and left it on the counter. I brought the tray into Beth and saw that she had regained consciousness, but was just staring at the ceiling. I set the tray down before turning to Patrica.
"I made up a plate for you too. It's in the kitchen." Patrica got up and followed me out of the room and into the kitchen. I handed her the plate and she took it.
"I'll take it up to my room." She slowly turned and went upstairs.
I turned around and looked for so etching to do. The kitchen was pretty clean, but there were a few dishes to do so I went to the sink to get started. I was almost done when I heard someone walk into the kitchen. I turned and saw Lori.
"What happened Maggie is frantically looking for Hershel?"
"Beth collapsed, but I think she's doing better now. I took her some lunch a while ago. Can you go and grab the tray?" Lori nodded and left the room.
When she came back she sighed before setting the tray on the counter. I turned and saw that Beth hadn't touched any of the food. I sighed as well before clearing off the tray. As I moved things off I couldn't find the knife. I quickly looked it over again before turning to Lori.
"Did you take the knife off the tray? It isn't here." Lori shook her head before quickly heading back into the room. While she was gone Maggie came back in with Andrea trailing behind her. Lori came back into the kitchen and handed me the knife. I sighed taking it and putting it away.
"Is she alright?" Maggie looked at us.
"She's at least conscious again. It might do her some good to talk to her sister." Maggie nodded and left.
"Why did you take the knife away?" Lori and I both turned to Andrea startled, as she walked towards us.
"Because she's a child who just went through a huge shock. She doesn't need to kill herself." Lori crossed her arms and stared at Andrea.
"It's her choice you can't just force her to keep living if she doesn't want to."
"Lori's right you can't just leave her alone with weapons." Andrea looked furious at me and I turned away.
"So you want to go tell her everything's going to be OK. Just like it was for you. You got your son, and your husband...your boyfriend. And you." I looked up startled. "This is best thing that's happened to you. You find a man to play house with and your bastard father gets killed." I heard the clap before I realized I had slapped her. I didn't really mean to, not really, I didn't even feel myself move.
"He may have been a bastard, but he was still my father! This isn't the Andrea show. You can't pick and chose what needs to be done. While the rest of us pick up your slack you sit on the Rv pretending you're helping! The only thing you've done is shoot Daryl!" I had never raised my voice to anyone, but Andrea had crossed a line. I quickly stormed out of the house and back to the tent.
As I went angry tears filled my eyes and I saw Daryl staring at me from his spot by the chimney. When I got to the camp Daryl put down the arrow he was working on and reached for me. I shoved his arm away and got inside the tent lying on the bed. I was only alone a few minutes before I felt someone lie next to me.
I peeked out of my hands and saw Daryl on his side looking at me. He pulled his hand up and had another Cherokee rose. He had taken to bringing them back for me each time he went out looking for Sophia. I reached out and took it twirling it in my fingers. I wasn't sure, but I think he brought a new one for Mom each time too. I laid down on top of Daryl and he put an arm over my hips. I put my face against his.
"Take me to the car."
A/N: What no Sophia?! No one saw that coming!