Note: Sunday! Currently watching TWD super excited for this week. Here is her is the new chapter. I think this is one of my favorites actually, I love seeing Pandora out of her element watching how she copes with new situations. Hope you guys like it!
Pandora would be lying if she said her breath didn't catch just a bit when the gates finally opened and they began to walk inside. Slowing her pace as she gaped around her, she slipped to a place in the back of the group. The small space was filled to the brim with activity. A woman fed a few chickens in a small pen and small raised boxes of different vegetables were spread out everywhere. A few smaller trailers littered the space to her left. In one, a man stood in front of a burning hot fireplace and some distance away half finished wood working projects littered a table. At the back there was a collection of small metal trailers with a few people mulling around outside them.
It was a tiny village, all centered around the grandest house she had ever seen. Ahead of her, the group kept walking. Jogging to catch up, she became aware of eyes on her.
"There was a material yard for a power company near by, that's how we put up the walls. A lot of people came from a Federal emergency management agency camp trailers came with them." Jesus walked backwards in front of them now, gesturing to the section of metal trailers.
"How did people find out about this place?" The awe that Pandora felt was clearly reflected in Michonne's face as she asked.
Jesus smiled, gesturing to the house in front of them, "That's called Barrington House. The family that owned it gave it to the state in the 30s. The state turned it into a history museum. Every elementary school for 50 miles used to come here for field trips."
They had stopped now while Jesus continued to talk, she tuned him out though, needing the time to sort through her own head. The house drew her attention again as it is grand, three stories and each wall is full of windows. At the top is a small look-out area, just the sight of it made her heart beat faster. She had to get up there had to see the view.
When she started moving again Daryl reached for her elbow pulling her beside him. "Come'on." He grunted, heading up the steps. She allowed herself to be tugged along while still trying to drink everything in.
The inside of the house was perfect, just like she pictured an old house like this should look. There was even a wooden table in the center of a carpet in the main room. The whole picture of the place made her laugh softly to herself. She drifted around the room as the drone of Jesus' voice continued in the background of her hearing. Moving deeper into the room, she found herself next to Daryl. She always seemed to end up next to him.
Her fingers brushed along his arm, it is sticky with sweat. "They have a sitting room." She pitched her voice low for only him to catch. With a small giggle again, she let her fingers fall from his arm to run them along the chair next to him.
The door behind her opened and a man stepped out dressed in a gray suit. "Jesus! You're back. With guests."
The laugher died on her lips as she slipped away from him, sliding back behind Daryl. Her heart beat wildly inside her chest, she tried to reason with herself. It was a closed door, most closed doors had people behind them. This was a new place, everyone was a stranger, so logically a stranger might come from behind a closed door. The rational train of thought, however, did nothing for the hammering in her chest.
"Everyone, this is Gregory." Jesus announced. "He keeps the trains running on time around here."
"I'm the boss." Gregory said with a smile.
Something dark lurked beneath his smile, it made her stomach turn. Uncomfortable, she shifted her weight from one foot to the other.
Rick stepped forward, his gun held in his arms like a small child, "Well I'm Rick we have a community-"
"Why don't y'all go get cleaned up, hmm?" He cut Rick off, waving a hand at him.
Her gaze moved to Daryl as he stood unnaturally still. She watched him watch the world around him, he focused on the man in front of them named Gregory.
"We're fine." The open, friendly face Rick had worn a moment ago slipped away, replaced with a hard look she had come to recognize.
Pandora pictures this scene exploding into violence at any second. Her fingers drumming on the handle of her knife just in case.
"Jesus will show you where you can get washed up. Then, come back down here when you're ready." Gregory stepped out of the doorway then leaning in close to Rick with a stage whisper he said, "It's hard to keep this place clean."
Pandora didn't hear Rick's answer, in fact she didn't hear much of anything beyond the blood pounding in her ears. In the span of time it took her to control her rage, they had started moving. Daryl was behind her, pushing her up the steps behind Glenn.
Once upstairs, Jesus turned to them to gesture to two open doors on the right, "I have this room empty right now and the bathroom is across the hall."
Everyone moved toward the room but she hung back, running her hand over the banister. Daryl stepped beside her, leaning over the railing on his elbows.
"Daryl?" Jesus was standing to Daryl's right, a small smile on his lips. "If you two would come with me I have another room, you can use your own bathroom too." Jesus winked at her but she lowered her eyes, her throat going dry.
She followed Daryl though, not looking up until she heard the sound of the door click. Only then did she drop her shoulders and head towards the bed in the room. Tossing the bag to the floor, she lays back on the bed, making sure to spread out and rub as much of herself as she can on the crisp, white bed.
"Yah ok?" Daryl questioned from where he leaned against the door.
Propped up on her elbows, she grinned at him, "It's hard to keep this place clean you know." The question easily sidestepped as she wasn't okay. She found herself somewhere between a functioning person and a panic attack.
Daryl only shook his head, "Go clean up. Ah'll wait." He stood by the window now, always on high alert.
Letting out a sigh, she got up from the bed and headed into the bathroom. Freshly showered, she was back in the room minutes later, Daryl passing her without a word. Standing at the window, she finger combed her damp hair as she had just given it a quick wash in shower. That slime ball did say clean up, so she had taken full advantage.
Below her, people went about their usual tasks of feeding the animals and washing clothes. Behind her, the bathroom door clicked open so she turned, eyes running over the length of him.
"You clean up pretty good." She said, glancing back out the window.
"Yah ok?" He asked, standing beside her, not touching but close enough that the heat rolled off him in waves. She tried not to roll her eyes, he wouldn't let her go without an answer.
"I think I am a steady three right now." She finished working through her damp hair, wiping her hands on the tank top she had on under her sweater. "This is a lot of new shit, but I'm holding it together."
He only nodded, "Ready?"
Breathing deep, she tried to fill her lungs with as much air as she could with her fists clenching and unclenching slowly at her sides.
"If it's too much yah tell me, and we leave."
She nodded again, turning and heading towards the door. They were in the main room again, only this time it was empty. Well, mostly empty as she realized Abraham sat back in one of the uncomfortable looking chairs. She had no plans to sit here with him so they could stare at each other until the rest of the group came down.
She turned to head down the long hallway, Daryl caught her arm as he walked past her. "Stay close."
Nodding, she slipped past to explore the back of the house. The hallway she wandered down opened into a formal dining room. To the left and right there was only more doors, more bedrooms she guessed but she didn't try to to go in and find out. This was as far as she could go without opening any doors.
"Pandora?"
A voice behind her made her jump, nails digging into her soft palms. She turned slowly from the window she had been looking out to see Jesus at the end of the hall. He kept a good bit of distance between them to which she was grateful.
"Is here ok?" he asked, after he had taken a few steps closer to her.
With a glare at him she nodded, crossing her arms around her middle as she was suddenly feeling too exposed. She was making strides every day with her group but strangers were a different story. Right now, her home was damn far away.
"I never formally introduced myself to you, I'm Paul or Jesus." His smile lit up. "and you are Pandora. I heard Daryl say your name before. Anything you need, please just ask."
In her mind's eye, she pictured the lookout she had seen from outside. Anxiety rattled her brain. Sucking in a breath, she dug her fingers hard into her side before she could answer.
"The lookout. I'd like to see that." She tried to pitch her voice louder to make sure he could hear her beyond the distance.
Her answer came in his smile which almost impossibly got bigger.
"I can show it to you. Right now, even."
She counted the seconds between her breaths again before she tried to answer. When she opened her mouth, nothing came out. Heat crept up her neck, flooding her face. She had been doing so fucking well but with a few words from Jesus she was tripping over herself, unable to pull herself together long enough to even string a sentence together.
She turned away for a second, facing the window again and counting backwards from 20 before she turned back.
"I would like to see it, with Daryl."
When she turned back, Jesus was still smiling. He had stepped to the side, making room in the hallway for her to pass. Pandora stepped away from the window, heading back to the front room where she had left Daryl. He stood in the front room looking out the window. Standing behind him, she touched his arm lightly and he turned, glancing at her over his shoulder.
"Ya?"
"Jesus said he would take me up to see the lookout. Come with me?"
A deep scowl appeared on his face that he aimed at Jesus, she guessed he had followed behind her.
"Ya talked to him?" Daryl asked, turning his face back to her.
Her fingers dug into the soft skin of her palms again. Blinking, she whispered, "Does one sentence count?"
He scoffed, "Alright let's go."
Jesus lead them to the back of the house, off the kitchen there was a door with a set of stairs.
"It's up this way," He said, heading up before them. "Steps are a little narrow, so be careful."
Daryl slipped in between her and Jesus leaving her to follow behind them. In front of her Daryl's shoulders were a tight line, tension radiated off of him. Daryl didn't like this man, Pandora knew the story of how Jesus tried to steal their truck. Part of her knew it wasn't just that, he protected her. She wanted to say she didn't need it, but who was she kidding really. A month ago, she refused to leave her room as she was suffering a second mental break in a few short months.
The steps opened to a small room, the surrounding walls were nothing but clear panes of window glass. Gasping, she shoved past the two men. Pressing her hands to the glass, she peered at the surrounding area. The view stretched out for miles and miles, she could see the RV down the road and further down the barn and the office building they had been at before.
"This is amazing." She breathed, her face pressed so close to the glass that her breath fogged it.
"Like I said, perfect for security."
She stepped away from the window, moving to circle the room to get the view from every side. She hadn't really paid attention to where they were standing and while she moved around the room, she knocked right into Jesus. He reached out and put a hand on her arm to keep her from tripping over her own feet.
The instant his hand touched her arm she went stiff, eyes darting up to his face. For a second, he wasn't Jesus anymore, he was someone else with a face hidden in deep, swirling shadows. The air was sucked from her lungs, sucked from the whole room, it left her gasping. Shaking, her legs threatened to give out. Daryl moved fast though, pulling her away from him.
"Hey Pandora, you are right here, with me, okay?"
Daryl's hand were on her upper arms, grip tightening slightly with every word. Through the panic, the pressure was grounding, re-focusing her.
Struggling to breathe, she shut her eyes and started repeating her long forgotten facts. Moments ticked by, the only sound her rapid breathing. When she was finally able to open her eyes, Daryl still held her eyes. Behind him, Jesus had stayed but turned his back to them, giving them as much space as possible in the small room.
"We should, um, get back down to the rest of your group." He said, not turning to look at them. "I'm sorry I didn't mean to frighten you."
He was gone then, heading down the narrow stairs. Daryl stayed behind her this time and put a hand on her lower back as she walked. Jesus hadn't waited for them, only went into the main room again. From where they stood, she could see the front room had filled with her group again.
In the corner, Maggie was speaking in low, hushed tones with Rick. The others moved about, clearly agitated and tense. Jesus had joined Maggie and Rick now. She watched him sigh, running his hand over his face.
Daryl lead her into the back of the small sitting room then he left, leaving her to join Rick and Maggie. Eyes wandering around the room, a stiff-backed pink chair caught her attention. It didn't look welcoming per se, but nothing really did in that place. Pandora sunk down into it, pulling her knees up to her chest. She rested her chin in the space between her knees, still drying locks of hair covering her face.
Had she tumbled into a panic attack, no, but she isn't in the same frame of mind she had been an hour or so before. The grip she had on the world around her was a shaky hold right now, and she wasn't sure how to make it more solid. Not in this place that wasn't her own. In Alexandria, she could see Denise or working out always helped her stay present. Here, her support system was missing, she could already sense herself slipping away slowly.
Oddly, the one who seemed to notice was Jesus. She would catch him casting glances her way, his face a mix of worry and regret. He didn't stop though, didn't halt the conversation they were having, none of which she understood.
Reaching down, she ran her fingers over the black bag she had come with. Someone had pushed it under the chair she was in. Had that happened now while she had been sitting here? Probably not, but not like she would have noticed someone putting it there. Taking it from the floor, she hugged it tightly to her chest.
"I will talk to him and we will work this out. Circumstances change." Jesus was speaking to the group. The context of the conversation went over her head, but suddenly she could feel the tension in the room and it was just another thing she couldn't handle.
So, she stood with the bag still held tight to her chest moving back to the front room where she could slip out the front door. The porch of the house was large enough that she could find a small corner to sit in away from the eyes of the people here. The air had become a little cooler now, but she didn't notice, really. Everything was too loud, too tense, to hard right now. When she shifted her weight the little bottle of pills in her bag jingled. Her hand was digging in the back before she could make even some coherent thoughts about why this might be a bad idea. It didn't matter, in Alexandria meds were a last resort here fuck it.
It took a few tries to get the bottle open with the force at which her hands shook. When it finally open, she popped a little half pill into her mouth and swallowed it dry. It didn't seem fast enough though the world around her still seemed to move too fast. Everything swam in her vision. The breath in her lungs burned she tried to open her mouth wider, but it didn't seem to help. Minutes of struggling to breath past and she was left with the feeling that she was floating. It was a nice feeling every emotion from before was water, but she floated above everything.
In front of her the gates opened a small group came rushing in. a small group rushed through four of them, no three maybe. Now everything seemed to slow. Except the moment one of them rushed past her then the world moved too fast. No that one wasn't part of their group she didn't think. In the next moment the huge doors swung open, Jesus and Gregory in the lead her group following close behind them.
Getting to her feet she followed them their faces hard with tension. It was so thick she could almost taste it, but it seemed so far away from her that the only reason she only followed due to a dull sense of curiosity.
"Nathan, what happened to everyone else? Where's Tim and Marsha?"
The man Gregory stood at the front with Jesus.
"They're dead."
Dead the word knocked around in her brain, for some reason thoughts just slipping away. She tried to grab them, she did but it was like holding onto water. God damn why didn't she take these things more often. Sliding up between Daryl and Abraham, fingers brushed his arm lingering longer than she usually did. The heat of his skin felt so nice she looped her arm with his leaning on his arm.
The man moved closer to Gregory now he was saying something but she couldn't quite make it out. She tried to step closer, but she had looped her arm with Daryl and the moment she moved to step away he pulled her back to his side. Every muscle in his body felt pulled tight, she was about to ask him what was wrong then in front of her the world exploded into chaos.
"Get off me! I had to!" The man lay on the ground now Rick pressing his weight on top of him, the blade still in his hand she could see it.
Around her everything seemed slow, but the kind of slow that happened when you were really paying attention. Rick lay on the floor now with the man under him one hand around his neck the other hitting him. Someone else pulled Rick off, Abraham bolted from her side forever blood thirsty.
She watched the man in red get the upper hand Abraham on the ground. When he wrapped his hands around Abrahams neck, she flew at them. Daryl tried to hold her back she was almost sure, but she danced out of his grip. She wasn't really thinking about anything, not what she was doing or what she was going to do when she got there she was just getting there.
The force at which she kicked the man with surprised her. Under her steel toed boots, she heard the crunch of his ribs. He crumpled to the ground a guttural scream. Daryl's beside her then gun out pointed at the screaming man.
"I don't think he is getting up" She muttered wiping her hair from her eyes.
"Shit." He was pacing in front of her now, but he wasn't watching her his eyes are fixed on Rick and his struggle .
Turning as well she watched them, when she finally focused on Rick he lay on the ground covered in blood and the man lay above him dead.
This is bad, she thought to herself. The man on the ground was gasping trying to form a sentence, he did say something but she kicked him again another hard one to the same spot. Daryl pulled her away then, for a moment it was still too still.
Movement exploded again someone had hit Rick, Michonne wasted no time laying her out on the ground. Everyone had guns out now, she should get her gun. For once her hands held it steady, and the gun's weight was comfortable in her hands. She aimed for the man with spear he looked like he was coming towards them.
"Drop it!" He screamed was he talking to her? Did he see her?
It didn't matter really because Rick was already moving. "I don't think I will."
Jesus slipped into her vision hands up like always trying to be the calm one. Looking around she appeared to be the most calm, not a single shake or tremor to be seen.
"Ethan was our friend, but let's not pretend he was anything more then a coward who attacked us. He did this, and these people stopped him."
"What can I do?"
"Put the gun away. You've done enough." There was a pause when Jesus made the request but Rick did lower his gun. "You have to know that things aren't as simple as they might seem. Just give me some time,"
As she watched them titling her head to the side, she felt hands on her. Blinking she turned her head slowly Daryl took the gun from her hand moving to tuck in into his waistband.
"Hey that's mine, put it back." She turned lifting her sweater to show him the back of pants where she had been keeping it.
"No, what the hell did you do?" Hands on her shoulders he turned her around he locked his gaze eyes burning into her.
Uncomprehending she stared back at him, "He was hurting Abraham so I stopped him."
"That aint what I mean, what happened?"
"Oh," She grinned at him. Reaching over she pulled the gun free of his waist slipping in back into the spot on the small of her back. "I took a Xanax half of one actually but I feel better."
"Shit, not a good fucking time."
"Would you rather I was a basket case?" Pandora asked some of her anxiety trying to push through her wonderful drug haze. She didn't get the chance to say anything else because he was dragging her back into the big house with the rest of the group. From the corner of her eye she watched Glenn toss her black bag at Daryl, he caught it one handed keeping the other hand on her lower back.
Once inside he leads her to a smaller room an office, maybe. Her haze getting stronger without something to focus on. Daryl lead her to the sofa in the center of the room. Knees tucked under her she watched the others the room. It was a lot of waiting, they were waiting to hear about the leader here Gregory. He had been stabbed she remembered seeing that now, remembered hearing the sound of the knife sliding into his gut. Shifting she tried to get comfortable on the sofa, but it was terrible. Hard, stiff and cold. She tried to find a way to be comfortable, legs tucked under her leaning back, knees pulled up to her chest chin resting on them, nothing.
Around her everyone paced small nervous movements. A sigh escaped her followed by a heavy blink. Heaving a sigh she got up and headed to where Daryl stood silent by the window.
"Ya alright?" He asked glancing down at her.
"Tired." She managed tongue feeling too big for her mouth. The movements of her body were slow now everything seemed to take more concentration. He must have caught on because he was moving her back to the stiff backed sofa again. "No," she tried to struggle against him. "It not comfy."
He wasn't listening though because he pulled her down alongside him.
"Oh better.." she murmured slipping down next to him. Laying down she rested her head on his leg. He didn't move only stretched out more, under her head she could feel the tightness in his muscles. He was still on edge everyone was, she would be too if she wasn't high on Xanax.
"Don't sleep." He told her looking down.
In return he got a sloppy grin and no real answer. She could have sworn she heard him muttering something about the "fucking drugs."
This was much better Daryl's heat melted away any lingering tension in her muscles.
"Kids ok?" Somewhere Abraham's voice found her.
"Had those fucking pills from the Doc in her bag."
"The Xanax?"
"Ya took half."
Abraham didn't say anything else, or he did maybe and she had fallen asleep. It didn't quite feel like sleeping though, the sounds of the room still found their way to her but they seemed far away. On top of her someone draped something heavy, trapping the minimal amount of heat she produced. Under her Daryl sat unnaturally still, there was no way a man should be so still. Any longer though and that stillness would have her slipping right into sleep. There was still so much to know, did she really come all this way only to fall asleep before the end of the day?
Shifting she managed to pull herself into a sitting position, she still leaned heavily on Daryl more so for her own selfish reasons.
"Hey." His voice was low.
"Hi." The word is slow detached. "Can't sleep here, not yet."
He only sighed the sound shaking through her waking her up even more. It didn't take long before a restlessness was creeping into her bones. It took more effect that she would have thought to get up from the small sofa, but when she did she wondered to the window. In front of the house that woman was leaning over the dead body, she hadn't stopped crying. She had been there since everyone had come inside. Daryl materialized beside her one hand moving to rest the small of her back. Every day the small touches became their new normal, a brush of her fingers, his hand on her lower back. She toed a line with him, every day navigating the fine lines of their relationship.
Behind them the door opened and shut when Jesus came in, "Dr. Carson was able to patch Gregory up. He's in pain but he'll live."
Daryl had turned leaving on a bookshelf Watching Jesus opposites him. She had turned with him tucking herself half under his warm arm.
"So, what now?" Michonne asking from her seat in one of the stiff-backed chairs.
"Things like that don't usually happen here, but, uh, it's settled." Jesus glanced at Rick first, them Daryl before finally moving to her.
"We heard the name Negan?" Rick said from his causal position against the desk. "A while back Daryl, Pandora and Abraham had a run in with his men. Who is he?"
"Negan is the head of a group of people he calls the Saviours. As soon as the walls were built, the Saviours showed up." She felt Daryl move and shift then he was gone leaning back on the window alone watching Daryl pace in and out of her vision.
"They meet with Gregory on behalf of their boss. They made a lot of demands, even more threats. And He killed one of us Rory. He was 16 years old. They beat him to death right in front of us. Said we needed to understand right off the bat. Gregory's not exactly good at confrontation. He is not the lead I would have chosen but he made this place what it is, and the people like him."
Maggie sighed hands stuffed in her pockets, "He made the deal."
"Half of everything," Jesus confirmed what everyone seemed to be already thinking. "Our supplies, our crops, our livestock, it all goes to the Saviors."
"And what do you get in return?" Glenn asked like he thought there was going to be an answer that would make it ok.
"They don't attack this place they don't kill us."
Daryl had found his way back to her back to the window she leaned on. She moved making room for him to lean on the bookshelf again.
"What not just kill them?" The deep vibration of his question had her wrapping her hand around his arm holding tightly.
"Most of the people don't even know how to fight. Even if we had ammo" In front of her Jesus moved close to them, arms folded over his chest.
Rick seemed to un-phased by the story he was hearing. "Well, how many people does Negan have?"
"We don't know." Jesus shrugged. "We've seen groups as big as 20."
He had lifted his arm resting it on her shoulders now pulling her closer. "Now, hold up. So they show up they kill a kid, and you give them half of everything?" He is holding onto her tightly as if somehow that would give him the answer he needed to hear. "These dicks just got a good story. The bogeyman he ain't shit."
Daryl was right, and she knew it this man who ever he was he was nothing but a story. They had taken out his men before without a problem. They had been right under his noses.
"A month ago, we took his guys out PDQ. Left them in pieces and puddles."
Daryl is letting her go now she and she curls against the bookcase huddling into the warmth he had left behind. Counting her breaths she closed her eyes, focusing on the sound of his voice.
"You know, we'll do it. If we go get your man back kill Negan, take out his boys, will you hook us up? We want food medicine and one of them cows."
The sentence came out so fast, he was chopping at the bite to get it out.
Rick only shrugged looking as calm as ever, "Confrontation never been something we've had trouble with."
Turning she swept the hair from her eyes blinking the face of Jesus flashed in her vision. She watched him open mouth glancing to each them before finally saying, "I'll take it to Gregory."
Jesus left them then, and she found her way back into Daryl's arms heavy head resting on his chest. The rest of the group moved around, she felt him nod his head but he didn't move. She wasn't sure how much time had passed, but she only thing she heard was his soft heart beat against her ear. After some time, the door opened and someone came in, she didn't need to look to know it was Jesus. He headed straight for the back door, on the back porch she heard their voices but couldn't make out what they were saying.
Daryl tried to shake her gently, "Hey wanna sit?" He was already moving through towards the little sofa. He eased her down next to him keeping an arm around her. She wasn't sure why he had even asked her because they were already sitting now.
"I'm fine, I'm fine I just need a minute." Her voice was half hidden behind his vest. What she need a minute for she wasn't even sure, how she would feel better after a minute she didn't know either. It had just seemed like the right thing she say, she was sure Daryl wasn't even listening to her though.
Maggie had come back then, and the rest of the group following her inside. Daryl didn't move sitting on the small sofa with her frame still curled into him. They talked for some time planning the details of the deal, how often they would come and get half the food. Half would come with them right now to ensure everyone was on the same page. Bit of the conversation registered with her, but it wasn't important to her she didn't waste must energy on it.
Every once in awhile, Daryl would shift his arm tightened around her as he spoke. Her brain would tune into his voice then.
"Every two weeks is good we ain't greedy."
A few murmurs of agreement from the group.
"It's till we get on our feet, then we trade other things. Once the Saviours are gone, we work out a new deal."
Saviours gone, those words stuck in her head. The images of the men on the bikes, the guns in her face, the heat of the explosion on her skin. Even as she pictured it they disappeared, leaving her with an emptiness in her chest. Like whatever energy she had left was fleeting at best.
Once the planning was finished everyone was move again.
"I'll get the RV. Stay."
Under her he shifted only a bit, then he went still again his arm still around her.
"Hey, hey, hey gotta get up now going home. Ahm gonna take you home."
Around her the world pitched and shifted, under her feet the ground of suddenly solid. Eyelids heavy she struggled to keep them open. With the fleeting moments, she was able to see the darkening sky above her.
"Even Negan didn't get this much up front."
Daryl was passing Jesus now as he walked them to the RV and the other man walked away from it. Rick was stopping now speaking to the man she hurt from before.
"We're gonna get Craig back. The only way to get Craig back is to bring them Gregory's head."
"How?" The man was speaking again, the one she kicked.
She didn't know his name hadn't heard it said yet. Daryl had stopped listening, she had pulled herself up straighter eyes open half hidden behind heavy locks of hair.
"We need to know what you know about Negan's compound. We need your help." A paused Rick put his hand on the man's shoulder "We need you to come."
A sigh and a glance in her direction, "Yeah okay."
Moving again, up the steps inside the trailer. Daryl half carried half dragged her to the bed hiding in the back. Carefully he lay her down taking her boots up and allowing her to curl up against the pillows. Beside her the mattress dipped down with his weight. He moved close to her, she closed the distance rolling on her side towards him like a moth drawn to the flame.
"Ahm taking you home. Just like Ah said."
Blinking a few times she watched Jesus enter, then Michonne behind him soon they were moving and the motion of the tires under her lulled her to sleep.
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