"Because he could not afford to fail, he could not afford to trust."

- Joseph J. Ellis, His Excellency: George Washington

As Daryl promised, he was back an hour later, by then we were out of the car and had all our things ready to start our day. Daryl caught a squirrel and an armadillo. He cooked them and divided the two animals between the five of us.

Now with the sunlight we could see each other's injuries. Rick had a big bruise on his right temple and his knuckles were bloody, but he looked okay, besides that. Carl had a scrape on his cheek, Daryl got a black eye plus all the bruises on his upper body, which his clothes covered. I also had bruises on my sides, from when I was tackled to the ground but compared to how I was after the prison, this was nothing. Michonne was the only one that had next to no injuries or bruises, at least on the outside.

After we ate, we got our backpacks and started our way towards Terminus. Rick had cleaned his face and took off the bloody shirt he had on. He stayed on the lead the whole time, followed closely by Michonne, while Carl stayed close to me, walking in between Daryl and I. I put my arm around his shoulders, I saw him smile and then he put his around my waist.

I turned to look at Daryl and noticed he was already looking at me, I smiled at him and nodded towards Michonne and Rick. He turned to look at them and I saw his confusion and then his eyes got wide, understanding what I meant. He nodded at me and I smirked, knowing that they both had feeling for each other.

"I'm okay." I heard Rick saying.

"Yeah, I know," Michonne muttered.

"How?"

"Because I'm okay too."

"What do you think about going to Terminus?" I asked Daryl, Carl was looking at us weirdly, noticing we were silently communicating.

"We should see it, it might be a good idea."

"Really?" I asked him and he nodded.

"She thinks we shouldn't go," Carl told Daryl, speaking for the first time since the attack.

"Why?" he asked, and I told him that I just had a bad feeling and that the word 'Terminus' reminded me of the word 'terminar' in Spanish, which means to end. "It could be just a coincidence, lots of people can't speak Spanish."

"I think that we're either heading to a trap or that the place doesn't really exist," I exclaimed. "I mean, who takes people in these days?"

"We did," Daryl told me.

"Yeah but we didn't make signs and told people where we were, we were cautious."

"I know it's hard to trust people, especially after all our experiences but checking this place out won't make any harm," Daryl told me. "We will be okay. And some others might be heading that way too, I think it's worth going."

Minutes later Rick stopped, seeing a sign on the ground. He moved the dust with his shoe and noticed it was another sign from Terminus. Both Carl and I removed our arms from around each other and looked down at the sign.

"We're getting close," Daryl exclaimed. "Be there before sundown."

"Now we head through the woods. We don't know who they are," Rick exclaimed and we nodded at him.

We turned right and got into the woods, Rick got on the lead next to Michonne once again, Carl walked a few steps behind them, with his head low, while Daryl and I stayed on the very end. At first we didn't say a word to the other but then I remembered what I heard this morning and I wanted to ask him about it.

"You were with them since the start?" I asked Daryl without looking at him, I heard him sigh.

"No, they found me a few days ago," he muttered in a low tone.

"Were you all alone before that?" I asked with a surprised tone even when I knew he hadn't been alone.

"No," he said curtly, starting to get uncomfortable. I raised my eyebrows at his strange behaviour but didn't comment on it.

"Who were you with?" I asked when I realized Daryl wasn't going to tell me if I didn't ask him.

"Beth."

"Oh, okay. Is she, uh, dead? That's why you don't want to talk about it?"

"I don't know, she's just gone, okay?" he snapped.

"Are you alright, Daryl?"

"It's a long story, okay? And I don't want to talk about it right now." I nodded at him.

"Okay."

Daryl sighed once again, before he slightly quickened his pace and left me alone in the back. I decided to not give it much thought to his weird behaviour and just kept walking. We kept going like that until we reached a place surrounded by a metallic fence. Carefully, we got closer and looked through it and saw a three-story-building, it had huge letters on the front, it read 'TERMINUS', we really didn't see people around, though.

"We all spread out, watch for a while, see what we see, and get ready, we all stay close." Rick told us all but then turned to look at Carl. "You want to stick with me?"

"It's all right," Carl muttered, going with Michonne quickly.

"I'll go with you," I told Rick.

"It's fine, Cecilia. Go with Daryl."

"Daryl already left," I said as I looked around. "It's either going with your or on my own, so let's go."

Rick and I walked around the fence, until we found a nice spot to watch the place, we knelt so we could be more hidden. He looked crushed about the Carl thing and I felt sad for him. I put my arm on his shoulder on a supportive way.

"He'll come around," I muttered. "He's just... still shocked, he needs a friend and you said it yourself, you can't be his father and best friend at the same time. You needed to protect him."

"I know, I just... don't want him to be scared of me. I know he is."

"He's scared, yes, but not of you," I assured him. "Just give him some time."

"Why did you come with me?" I shrugged.

"You looked like you needed some company," I told him. "And you saw Daryl was already gone, so..."

"You need to talk to him."

"I know."

After a while of watching and really not seeing anything or anyone, Rick told me it would be a good idea to bury our stuff, or at least just our weapons, which were in the bag that he was carrying. Rick and I dug a hole on the ground, marked a tree next to it so we would know where we buried them. Rick put his bag there and then I put my crossbow on top of it. I had a small gun and a small knife with me.

"What are you doing?" Daryl asked me.

"If we need to leave in a hurry, I don't want to be carrying that," I told him. "It would just get in the way."

"This is just in case," Rick told him.

We made sure we covered everything, that no one would know that something was buried there if someone happens to stumble upon them, we wanted it to be so well hidden than not even us would find it, that's why we made the small mark on the tree.

When we all reunited once again, Rick jumped the fence first, followed by Michonne and Carl, who were helped by Daryl. He wanted to help me too, but I told him I could do it myself, always being the stubborn one. I climbed the fence quickly and jumped off of it, landing on my feet, close to Rick, Daryl finally jumped as well.

Daryl got on the lead with his crossbow raised, Michonne got her katana out, while Rick, Carl and I got out guns. We ran silently to the back of the building, finding an open door. We walked in cautiously, we could hear a female voice talking, through something like a microphone. We walked to another door, following the voice and saw a woman with almost completely white hair, talking like she was on the radio, there were more people around. We walked in and still no one had seen us yet.

"...There are maps at the crossings to help guide you with your journey. Sanctuary for all. Community for all. Those who arrive survive. Terminus, sanctuary for all. Community for all."

"Hello," Rick exclaimed, getting closer to the woman.

"Those who s –"

"Hello," Rick repeated.

"Well, I bet Albert is on perimeter watch," a man, probably in his early thirties or younger, exclaimed. "You here to rob us?"

"No. We wanted to see you before you saw us," Rick exclaimed.

"Makes sense," the man said. "Usually we do this where the tracks meet. Ahem. Welcome to Terminus," he exclaimed as he walked towards us. "I'm Gareth. Looks like you've been on the road for a good bit."

"We have. Rick. That's Carl, Cecilia, Daryl, Michonne." The man waved at us with a fake smile, I could tell.

"You're nervous. I get it!" Gareth exclaimed. "We were all the same way. We came here for sanctuary. That what you're here for?"

"Yes."

"Good. You found it. Hey, Alex!" The man called Alex walked towards us with a smile. "This isn't as pretty as the front. We got nothing to hide, but welcome wagon is a whole lot nicer. Alex will take you, ask you a few questions. Uh, but first, we need to see everyone's weapons. If you could just lay them down in front of you."

The five of us just looked at each other, unsure of what to do. Of course we didn't want to do that, we would be unprotected without them. Unconsciously, I stepped closer to Daryl, who was on my right.

"All right," Rick finally said, taking his gun out and setting it on the floor, I just turned to look at him with wide eyes.

"I'm sure you understand."

"Yes, I do."

I sighed. I watched the others put their guns, and in Michonne and Daryl's case, her katana and his crossbow, on the ground. Carl nudged me on my side and I finally put mine down as well, I had a small blade hidden around the waistband of my jeans, though, they wouldn't be able to feel it.

"I'd hate to see the other guy," Alex commented as he saw Daryl's black eye.

"You would," Rick muttered.

Alex ended searching Daryl for weapons and moved to me, as soon as his hands were on me, I could see how Daryl's muscles tensed and he glared at the man. I only could hope he wouldn't feel the blade, I would be screwed then.

"They deserve it?" Alex asked, looking at both, Carl and me.

"Yes," Carl replied.

Just so you know, we aren't those kind of people, but we aren't stupid either. And you shouldn't be stupid enough to try anything stupid," Gareth told us. "As long as everyone's clear on that, we shouldn't have any problems. Just solutions. Okay."

Alex bent and grabbed Michonne's katana, handing it to her afterwards, he was going to reach for Daryl's crossbow but Daryl beat him to it, grabbing both, his crossbow and my gun, giving it to me quickly, Daryl glared at the man as he walked past him, he grabbed the other two guns and gave them to Rick.

"Follow me," he told us with a goofy grin.

The five of us followed Alex out of the room and out of the building. Daryl was right behind him, while Michonne and I stayed in the back.

"So, how long's this place been here?" I heard Daryl asking.

"Since almost the start. When all the camps got overrun, people started finding this place. I think it was instinct, you know?" Alex said. "Follow a path. Some folks were heading to the coast,others out west or up north, but they all wound up here."

Alex led us to some kind of patio, there were around five tables surrounded by chairs and each one had an umbrella on them. I crossed my arms in front of my chest as I stopped next to Rick as we watched the place. There were some more people here and it actually looked alright.

"Hi," A brunette woman, probably in her late forties, greeted us she was cooking some meat for what I could see. "Heard you came in the back door. Smart. You'll fit right in here."

"Hey, Mary, would you fix each of these new folks a plate for me?" Alex said to the woman.

"Why do you do it? Why do you let people in?" Michonne asked.

"The more people become a part of us, we get stronger," Alex said. "That's why we put up the signs, invite people in. It's how we survive."

I looked around, saw the people out here. But what caught my attention was a blonde woman seated on a chair. She was wearing a poncho identical to the one Daryl had, the one I used to steal from him when it was cold. I knew there could be more than one like that one but it was such a big coincidence, I softly nudged Rick on his side and nodded towards the blonde, he nodded at me and with his head pointed at another man, who was wearing some riot gear very similar to the ones of the prison. We also saw a hitch-hiker's orange backpack that looked really familiar.

It seemed like the others hadn't noticed what Rick and I were seeing, because Alex offered food to Carl and Michonne, and both accepted the food. I saw Rick walking towards Alex with a dead serious expression. I just looked at him, considering if I should stop him or not. He passed both Michonne and Carl, who were closest to Axel, Mary and where the food was. Rick angrily slapped down the platter of food Alex had in his hands, and quickly grabbed him from behind, pointing his gun at Alex's temple.

At that Daryl quickly raised his crossbow and pointed it at Alex. At the same time, a young and skinny man not far from me, reached for something in his pocket, I approached him quickly, taking out the small blade I had hidden, kicked him down there and without mercy pulled him up as I also grabbed him from behind, with an arm around his collarbone, and with the other I pressed the blade against his neck. Letting go of him for only a second or two, Daryl turned to point his crossbow from Alex to the man I had in my hold, while I looked inside his pocket and found a small gun. I grabbed it quickly before pressing the blade against his throat again.

"Where the hell did you get this watch?" Rick asked, looking at the watch that now was in his hands. It was Hershel's watch, the one he gave to Glenn.

Carl had also taken out his gun, pointing at a man who was pointing at us. Michonne also got his katana, Daryl turned around and was made to point to another man that had his gun pointed at us, he didn't look so happy about having to turn his back to me, especially when I was holding a man hostage.

"Where the hell did you get this watch?" Rick repeated.

"You want answers? You want anything else? You get 'em when you put down the gun," Alex exclaimed.

"I see your man on the roof with a sniper rifle," Rick exclaimed, looking up at the roof. "How good's his aim? Where'd you get the watch? Where'd you get the watch?!" Rick asked again and again, each time raising his voice more.

"Don't do anything! I have this! You just put it down. You put it down!" Alex yelled at the others, but then talked to Rick. "You want to listen to me. There's a lot of us."

The man I was holding, struggled and tried to break free so I just tightened my grip on him ad pressed the blade harder against his neck, he groaned and somehow I knew I had cut him but that didn't stop me from pressing it even harder, like I said before, when you are in this kind of situations, it's like something just snaps inside of you and you no longer are your normal self, you do things you normally wouldn't do.

"Where did you get the watch?"

"I got it off of a dead one. I didn't think he'd need it," Alex finally answered Rick's question.

"What about the riot gear? The poncho?" Rick asked him then.

"Got the riot gear off a dead cop," Gareth replied, finally appearing again. He was only a few feet away from me but his attention was focused on Rick and Alex, not on me and this guy. "Found the poncho on a clothesline."

"Gareth, we can wait."

"Shut up, Alex," Gareth said emotionless.

"You talk to me," Rick exclaimed.

"What's there left to say? You don't trust us anymore."

"Gareth!" Alex and the man I had in my grip exclaimed at the same time.

"Shut up!" Gareth exclaimed, raising his voice a bit.

"Gareth, please."

"It's okay. It's okay," Gareth said, acting all calm again. "Rick, what do you want?"

"Where are our people?"

"You didn't answer the question."

What happened next was a bit confusing, Rick turned around quickly with Alex still in his grip and a man that was behind Rick, pulled the trigger but instead of killing Rick, he killed Alex. I aggressively pushed away the man I was holding, and in the process I cut him deeper. The wound could be fatal or not, the man had his hands around his neck, trying to stop the bleeding but I didn't put much attention to him. There were gunshots all around us now.

"Get down, now! Go!" Rick yelled at us.

We started running, Daryl made sure I was in front of him all the time, but we were stopped by gunshots only feet away from us. We had to stop all of a sudden, making Daryl bump into me, almost making me fall.

"Come on, this way," Daryl yelled, grabbing my wrist for only a few seconds to pull me with him but then let it go, in case he needed to shoot someone. I quickly hid my blade, it would be of no use anymore and instead got my gun out now, it was very small and it only had like two or three bullets, so if I needed to shoot I had to make them count.

But once again we were stopped by them firing exactly at the place we were heading, making us change directions and running somewhere else I really was wondering if they were really that bad shooters or they were just not shooting us intentionally.

We turned left and ran as fast as we could, the only way out of this place was a door in front of us that was closing. We weren't fast enough, the door closed entirely, I cursed loudly. But we spotted another door, we ran towards it, Rick pushed it open, thankfully it was open and ran out of that room, and once again we were out of the building. As soon as we were, they started shooting at us once again.

We were running as fast as we could when suddenly they started shooting the way we were going to, and made us turn right instead.

"Help! Help!" I thought I heard a female voice exclaimed as we passed some railway containers.

"What the hell?" Daryl exclaimed, obviously hearing it too.

"Let us out! Help!" I heard someone yelling as they banged the container.

"Keep going!" Rick yelled at us.

We got inside the building once again and found ourselves in a really spooky room. There were lit candles everywhere and there were names written on the centre of the room in a circular way. There were words written on the walls too, it read. 'NEVER AGAIN. NEVER TRUST. WE FIRST, ALWAYS.'

" What the hell is this place?" Daryl asked.

"These people, I don't think they're trying to kill us," Michonne told us.

"No," Rick said, agreeing with Michonne. "They were aiming at our feet."

"But why?" I asked. "It couldn't be because out of the goodness of their heart."

"There," Rick exclaimed, pointing at a different door than the one we walked in.

As we started walking towards the door, I saw someone on the other side, the unknown man closed the door before we could reach it, once again I cursed.

"There!" Daryl exclaimed, finding another way out of here.

"Go!" Rick yelled.

As soon as we stepped out of the room to the railroads tracks, we were being shot once again. I followed Daryl closely, who had to stop because right on the other side of the fence were several armed men, there were men on the roof too. We were cornered, they got us to go exactly where they wanted us to go, to the end of this place. We stood there, defeated. I tried to think of anything but nothing came to mind, we were screwed.

Rick turned to look at Carl, who was pretty scared, not only we had a horrible night and now this. I turned to look at Daryl and tried to be strong, I didn't want him to see me scared but I was. I was right next to Carl and at least three metres away from Daryl, I just wanted to run to him and kiss him one last time.

"Drop your weapons! Now!" I heard Gareth yelling at us.

We all looked at each other hesitantly then, we had unconsciously formed some kind of circle so we could all see the others without a problem. None of us dropped our weapons, we knew it was the only guarantee of something, but at the same time we knew they would kill us before we could kill them, we were in such a vulnerable position and we were outnumbered.

"Now!"

Angrily with the fact we were screwed and got nothing else to do, Daryl threw an arrow to the ground, and then put his crossbow down on the ground. We all did the same, I put my gun down next to Carl's but kept my blade, I had hidden it in the same spot when we got to the room full of candles.

"Ringleader, go to your left," Gareth yelled to Rick. I turned to my right, though, and saw a red container. "The train car, go."

Rick didn't move, though. They were going to keep us hostage but why? It would be so much easier to just kill us. Were they going to torture us for Alex? For what I did to that man? I didn't even know if he was alive or not.

"You do what we say, the kids go with you." It was weird being called a kid, since nobody had called me that in so long, but they probably assumed we were Rick's children. "Anything else, they die and you end up in there anyway."

Rick took deep breaths as he looked from Gareth to the both of us. He nodded at us slowly before he looked at Gareth once again, I wanted to hug Carl and keep him safe but I was scared they would shoot me if I moved, so instead I slowly grabbed Carl's hand, he gave mine a squeeze as we saw Rick walking to the red train car.

"Now the archer!"

I turned to look at Daryl, who also hesitated, but he didn't look back at me. He looked at Gareth the whole time, glaring at him before he went the same way as Rick, that left Michonne, Carl and me.

"Now the samurai!" Well, now that just left Carl and me.

Michonne's glare was even worse than Daryl's but she started walking almost immediately, by then Rick had already reached the train car. I noticed how Carl got really nervous when he realized only 'the kids' had been left behind.

"Stand at the door, ringleader, archer, samurai, in that order!" Gareth yelled as Michonne also reached the train car, after Daryl did.

I got even more nervous when I wasn't called to go after them. I bit my lip, let go of Carl's hand and put both of my hands on his shoulders, really slowly so none of them would think I was up to something. Carl was wearing the Sheriff hat, I really had no idea how it didn't fall off during the chaos a few minutes ago but right now I really had other things to worry about. I saw how Rick stood in front of some steps that led to the inside of the train car, Daryl stood behind him and Michonne, behind Daryl.

"My kids!" Rick yelled, looking at the both of us. I knew Rick loved me as a daughter and I loved him as a father, so I wasn't surprised when he referred me as his own child.

"Go!" We heard Gareth yelling after a very long and stressful silence.

I took a breath of relief that I was going to be with them when I heard him saying that. One of my hands dropped to my side while the other stayed around Carl's shoulders as we slowly made it to where the others were.

"Ringleader, open the door and go in!" Gareth yelled even when we hadn't reached the other three.

"I'll go in with them!" Rick yelled, probably thinking that as soon as they were going in, they were going to keep Carl and I apart from them.

"Don't make us kill them now!"

Rick's expression turned into an even worse glare. He angrily went up the five steps in front him and opened the door, he never stopped looking at us as he walked in. Daryl only took a quick glance at me before he also went in, Michonne kept looking from Gareth to us as she went up the steps as well. We still hadn't made it there when all of them had gotten inside.

I dropped my hand to the side and I let Carl go in first, he grabbed my hand with his before he went up the steps. I turned to look at Gareth one last time and gave him the finger before I also stepped in. As soon as we did, Rick put his hands on our shoulders and pulled us farther from the door, which was closed rapidly after I stepped in.

Once it was closed, Daryl's arms embraced me and pulled me closer to him, I buried my face in his chest as I hugged him back. Rick, who now had his other hand free, hugged Carl with both his arms.

"You okay?" Daryl whispered to me, I nodded.

"You?"

"Yeah."

I heard noises on the other end of the train car, making me jerk up my head but none of us let go of each other, I even tighten my hold around Daryl and he brought me closer to him, as he left an arm around my waist and rested his other on the back of my neck.

I saw a figure walking towards us, it was so dark in here that I barely saw them, even when the person was only a few feet away from us. As the person got closer, I could tell it was a slender man, around my height.

"Rick?" I heard him saying, I gasped when I heard that voice. A part of me was happy he was alive and well but another part wasn't so glad to see him here, trapped too. Then we heard a second person walking towards us, followed by a third, these two were girls.

"You're here," Rick said. "You're here," Rick repeated, but with more security.

With an arm around Daryl's waist, and he having his around my own waist, we took a few steps to meet Glenn, Maggie and Sasha. As we did, other people approached us too. It took me a while to recognize Bob, because he stayed behind the other three and it was so dark in here. There were four more people I didn't know, two men and two women.

But as they all got closer I recognized one of the girls, I turned to look at Rick, who looked back at me, he slightly nodded at me but we both decided to ignore it for now. One of them was the girl Rick talked to when we both were called by the Governor, we were the only two that could see her well that day. Michonne, Daryl and Carl hadn't really seen her during the chaos and had no idea who she was.

"They're our friends," Maggie told us, probably noticing us watching them, especially the girl Rick and I recognized. "They helped save us."

"Yeah," Daryl said. "Now they're friends of ours."

"For however long that'll be," one of the men said.

"No," Rick told him. "They're gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out."

"Find out what?" that same man asked.

"They're screwing with the wrong people," Rick exclaimed, turning to look from a little space between the train car's walls, to the large group.

I felt something going inside of me when I heard those words, I knew we would think of something and get out, the question was, though, how many of us would make it out?

A few minutes later the tension inside here decreased, by now my eyes had adapted to the lack of light here and I could see better. I smiled at Glenn, let go of Daryl and went to hug him. He hugged me tightly, telling me how glad he was that I was alive.

"How long have you been here?" I asked him.

"About four days or so," Glenn told me.

"Do you know why they have us here?"

"We are not sure yet," Sasha replied to me.

I smiled at Sasha despite the circumstances, during the last few months we had gotten really close. Since Michonne kept so much to herself, it was nice to have someone to listen to you but also to tell you things, something Michonne didn't do often and Michonne was more time away from all of us than with us when she went on those runs to find the Governor, so our relationship wasn't as strong anymore but mine with Sasha grew.

"It's good to see you," she told me with a smile.

"Yeah, you too," I said, returning the smile.

She hugged me tightly, thing we hadn't done before and then I was embraced by Maggie. I was never close to Bob and I didn't know the others, so I didn't even got closer to them.
Rick, Carl and Michonne sat down with their backs pressed against a wall, Carl was in between them. Daryl was on his feet, facing that same wall, he had an arm over his forehead as he leant on the wall, probably thinking, while I stayed with Sasha. She asked if I had seen Tyreese but unfortunately I hadn't.

Now that all of us were more calm, Glenn finally introduced those new people to us, and us to them. The man that had talked earlier with red hair was called Abraham, the other guy's name was Eugene. The first man looked really tough and like he could keep himself safe, but the other, not so much. Then she introduced the girl with two pigtails, shorts and a cap, her name was Rosita.

"And this is Tara," Glenn exclaimed with a smile. "She helped me find Maggie."

I faked a smile when Glenn said her name, she probably recognized Rick and me too because she couldn't see us in the eye, whenever I caught her looking at me, she just looked down to the ground quickly.

"And guys that's Rick, his son Carl, that's Michonne," Glenn said, pointing at each one of us. "And he's Daryl and this one is Cecilia."

Abraham shook my hand, he was close to me, Eugene waved, Rosita smiled at me and waved as well but Tara didn't look at me. Anyone would have thought she was just shy, or scared, but we knew why she was like that.
"We thought we heard your voice, Rick," Maggie said. "But we couldn't be sure."

"Then we saw you walk in," Glenn added. "We couldn't believe it."

Sasha and I sat down, one in front of the other, Glenn also joined us, sitting next to me, while Maggie talked with Rosita and Abraham about something. Eugene and Tara stayed together in one corner, while Bob went to talk to Rick.

Sasha asked me how I got out and what happened to me, to us, since the prison incident. Glenn also looked interested by what I had to tell them. I told them pretty much everything I could remember, just leaving out some things, like Judith's bloody carrier, the way Carl acted towards Rick the first days and that a man tried to rape Carl, and that eventually it would happen to Michonne and me as well and that I bumped into my ex-boyfriend and that I killed him.

But I told them that we found a house, some men got in and we killed two of their men, told them last night they found us and wanted revenge but we managed to get out of that situation and also told them it was just last night that we found Daryl. I told them everything that happened between those events and eventually each one of them told us what happened to them too.

Glenn told me he and Tara got out together and were found by Abraham, Rosita and Eugene and formed some kind of alliance for a short time but they kept together for longer than expected.

Sasha told me that she got out with Maggie and Bob. Maggie actually left them to look for Glenn and they luckily found her hours later, reuniting once again. They also told me how they ran into those three people I didn't know before and they led them to Glenn and Tara, who were inside a tunnel, fighting walkers.

"I thought Tyreese could be here," Sasha told me. "That's why I came."
"I'm sorry," I muttered softly.

Night fell before Glenn finished his part of the story, this place was getting colder and colder and way darker, I could barely see two steps in front of me, if that. When I went back to Daryl, I also tripped with Maggie, I just didn't see her. I apologized and then walked a few more steps to get to Daryl.

I sat next to him and rested my head on his shoulder. It didn't take me long to start shivering though, and Daryl noticed. He removed his leather vest and tried to put it on me.

"I'm fine," I told him, I knew how much he loved that vest, I had never worn it before.

"No, you're not, now put it on or I'll leave it on the floor." I sighed. I slightly turned my body and allowed Daryl to help me put it on me, I didn't feel much difference at first but then I noticed how my body was slowly getting warmer and warmer.

"It seems like you were right all along," Daryl told me.

"At least we found each other before this," I whispered. "At least we are together."

Daryl said nothing to me, he just put his arm around my shoulders, bringing me closer to him, and kissed my left temple. I looked up at him and pecked his lips.

As the hours passed, Daryl finally fell asleep. I slowly moved him, so he wasn't sat anymore, but lying down and with his head on my lap. He woke up but fell asleep only a minute after. I bent down and kissed his forehead and then ran my hands through his long straight hair, cherishing that he was by my side now.

Hello guys! I'm updating today because I'm going to the beach next week for the Easter holidays.

Please comment what you think of the chapter, about Daryl and Cecilia now that they are back together.
Next chapter will be full with action and drama, :)

QOTD: What was your first thought of Terminus?