The sun was beginning to set as Rick Grimes carried his two-year-old daughter, Y/N, through the forest. Her tiny hands gripped his shirt, and her head rested on his shoulder, her breaths slow and even. Rick's heart ached with the need to protect her, knowing the dangers that lurked in every shadow.

The group—Rick, Daryl, Maggie, Glenn, Carol, and Michonne—moved quietly, each step calculated to avoid attracting unwanted attention. They were on the move, searching for a new place to call home, a safe haven in a world overrun by walkers.

Rick glanced back at his friends, grateful for their unwavering support. He adjusted Y/N's position, ensuring she was comfortable. "We're almost there," he murmured softly, pressing a gentle kiss to her head.

As they approached an abandoned farmhouse, Rick signaled for the group to stop. "We'll rest here for the night," he said, his voice low but authoritative. Daryl nodded, taking the lead to scout the area, while the others began setting up a makeshift camp.

Inside the farmhouse, Rick found a small room where he could lay Y/N down. He placed her gently on a dusty old mattress, covering her with his jacket to keep her warm. His eyes softened as he watched her sleep, his heart swelling with love and determination.

"She's a tough little one," Carol said quietly, stepping into the room. "Just like her dad."

Rick smiled, though his worry was evident. "I just want her to have a chance at a normal life," he said, his voice tinged with sadness. "A place where she can be safe."

Carol placed a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "We'll find it, Rick. We're all in this together."

 - Later that night -

the group gathered around a small fire, sharing a rare moment of peace. Maggie and Glenn were whispering softly to each other, while Michonne kept a vigilant watch. Daryl returned, giving Rick a nod to indicate that the area was secure.

Rick leaned back, his eyes never straying far from the room where Y/N slept. He knew the road ahead would be difficult