A/N: Day late again! OK Guest, I feel weird referring to you that way, firstly Carol was in Rv when Daryl first came back, but comes out when Anna starts shouting. There was one line about Anna hearing her mom as she ran off to the woods, easy to miss. Second, sorry that the whole ambiguity thing confused you! I liked the detached way of addressing Sophia's death and I thought it was clear, but I'm the author so I always know what's going on. Hope that clears things up and you stick with the story!

I opened my eyes and immediately felt my ankle throb. Additionally, I could feel a pounding headache and my eyes felt incredibly dry. I sat up slowly and tried to keep my breathing even. I didn't want to cry anymore. No more weakness. I kept my back rigid for a moment before I sighed and deflated. I put my head in my hands, but I didn't cry. Maybe I was out of tears.

I know that I am no bold survivor, but I'm not the same girl I was before the world went to shit. Something had changed within me and I hadn't even realized it. It was killing that walker. I literally smashed his head in and it didn't even phase me. Maybe it was the adrenalin, but something clicked inside me and they didn't scare me anymore. Well not exactly.

They still scared me, a lot, but I wasn't too afraid to fight. Before I was too paralyzed by fear that I could barely manage to run away. I'm not just going to hide myself away while Daryl fights my battles for me anymore. I could handle this. I wasn't going to let go of this life. Not yet. Not now. Sophia was gone, but I wouldn't give up. She would want me to go on. I know it. With all the work I had to do around the house before all this, I know Sophia thought I was some sort of super man. I was going to try to be that for her, make her proud.

I crawled to the door of the tent and unzipped it. I looked across from the tent and saw Daryl leaning up against the broken down fireplace. His eyes were closed and he had the crossbow in his hand laying across his lap. I moved forward and kneeled beside his legs. I gently pressed my hand against his legs and he opened his eyes and turned toward me, bringing the crossbow upright.

I leaned over and curled my body around, throwing my leg and arm across him to hold on tightly. He wrapped his free arm around me and laid his head on top of mine. I fisted my hand in his shirt as I pressed myself against him as close as possible. I couldn't look at him. Not yet, at least.

"I'm sorry." I felt him shift beneath me slightly.

"I'm sorry. I really thought I could find her."

"It's not your fault. You tried so hard, went out every day. I'm just surprised it took so long to find her." I paused for few moments playing with a loose string at the edge of Daryl's shirt. "Had she.."

"Doesn' matter." He interrupted me. "Not important, just remember her as ya knew her. Tha's wha's important."

"Can we go back to bed?"

"For a li'l while. Still early."

I crawled back into the tent and curled up under the blanket. I could hear Daryl zipping up the tent. He laid the crossbow up near the pillows like he did every night before laying downing behind me. He put his arm around me and pulled me close, pressing my back into his chest. I grabbed his hand and curled his arm up so I could hold it while I slept. Surrounded by warmth I drifted off quickly.

I woke up to Daryl shifting behind me. I rolled onto my back to look at him. He was still on his side and he looked down at my face as I turned. He propped his head up on his elbow and I grabbed his free hand lacing our fingers together.

"Sorry, I woke ya. My arm was fallin' asleep." I smiled at him and shook my head.

"It's alright. We should probably get up anyway."

"Listen, we thought we'd have a funeral today." I froze. "I dug up a spot under a tree, out by where we put Hershel's family." I nodded before rolling over to get ready for the day.

We both stood up and changed our clothes before leaving the tent. I crawled over the doorway before standing up and tentatively putting weight on my injured ankle. It hurt, but not as much as yesterday or even earlier this morning so it was probably just a slight sprain. I started walking towards the Rv to check on my mom when I felt someone grab my arm.

"Hey..." I turned and saw Andrea. I stopped walking and faced her. I braced myself because the last time we had spoke didn't end well.

"I know we've never been good buddies. I may not have always spoken kindly towards you and I won't apologize for my opinions." I glared and prepared myself for another argument. "But I'm so sorry. I'm the only person here who knows what you're going through and it's not easy. So if you ever need to talk I'm here, regardless of how we feel about each other."

I moved forward and put my arms around her neck. She hugged me tightly around the waist and we stood there a moment before we both stepped away. We both shifted awkwardly for a few moments. Finally we both started to move away from each other in the directions we were originally heading. I stopped and turned looking back at her.

"Andrea." She turned and looked back at me. "Thanks." She smiled slightly and nodded before starting towards the barn again.

I walked slowly towards the Rv. I was nervous, I had no idea how Mom had taken finding Sophia and it scared me not knowing how she was going to act. I opened the door and stepped inside shutting it behind me. I saw her sitting at the table. She was silent and looking down at her hands on the table top. She didn't even look up or acknowledge my presence.

I walked over to the small table and sat across from her. I reached across the tables and gently took her hands. I rolled them over and saw that her palms and fingers were covered in small scratches. I looked confused and ran my fingers gently over the cuts. She pulled her hands back and laid them in her lap.

"I tore up some roses." I looked over at her as she continued to look at the table. "Dale already cleaned them." I nodded slowly watching her.

"There's going to be a ceremony later." I couldn't use the word funeral. "For Sophia."

"I'm not going." She answered so quickly it startled me.

"Mom you have to! It's for Sophia."

"That thing isn't my daughter. She died a long time ago." She stood up and walked back into the bedroom.

I stayed seated at the table my mouth hanging open. Finally, after staying seated for a few minutes, I stood and walked to the bedroom. My mom turned and looked at me as if she was ready to start a fight, but I just grabbed Sophia's doll from the bed and left. She could wallow in pity if she wanted to. As I left the Rv I saw Daryl walking towards me. He put his hand on my arm and looked me in the eye.

"We're gonna start soon." He gestured behind me. "I'll get yer mom."

"She's not coming." I walked towards the grove of trees that had become a cemetary for the farm.

When I arrived it seemed that everyone else had already gathered. I stood up next to the hole and tried to ignore the small bundle next to it. I felt Daryl come up behind me, but he made no move to touch me. I held Sophia's doll close to my chest as I let my mind wander while Hersel read from the Bible. I wasn't sure what really went on during the service, instead of paying attention I spent my time thinking of happy memories of Sophia. Finally Daryl and Rick moved forward and grabbed either end of the wrapped bundle. I stepped forward and placed the doll on top before I stepped back again.

I watched as they lowered the bundle into the hole carefully before they each picked up a shovel and began filling it in. I watched almost numb as dirt began to fill up the hole. I felt hands on my shoulders and I turned and saw Maggie standing behind me. I gave her a watery smile back before I faced the hole again. I felt someone take my hand and I looked over to see Carl watching the hole as well. I faced front again and squeezed his hand. As I heard everyone else leave, Carl and I remained still and silent watching the dirt fill up the hole. He never let go of my hand.

A/N Part Deux: Now everybody, sorry I killed Sophia (especially Quinzeela I know you were glad about the non-zombification)…...it had to happen and I will miss her too, but it's essential to the overall arch of the show and Anna's development. And Layla, what you said about getting where I want to go really helped. I realized that I had planned multiple chapters that were just going to be everybody hanging out on the farm that were totally unnecessary….and probably would have been super boring, so thanks!