You were scavenging, coming across a gated community with the noises of children playing inside. You snuck off to the side with the trees, scaling it to peer over, surprised to see actual people. They were surprised to see you, too, as Rick and Daryl were watching on guard and as soon as you came down one knocked you out.

You woke up inside, your hands and feet tied together, curled up on the ground with a group around you.

Daryl was sitting in one of the couches, leaned back with a cigarette in his mouth.

Rick had his arms crossed, looking at the rest of the group, leaning against a wall, his frame even moreso intimidating when you were on the floor. He was the first to look over at you, partially in disdain, the other half anger.

"S'gettin late," Daryl spoke up in his usual gruff voice, catching Rick's gaze and looking down at you, completely unbothered as his crossbow rested beside him.

You could see two people, Maggie and Glenn, both on a loveseat in the same room. Glenn with a pistol across his lap, eyeing you in mild concern as he noticed your fear, and Maggie just watching in pity.

"Let them go," Michonne said, arms also crossed, sat right in front of you on the main couch with the same look Rick was giving you.

The boy beside him, Carl, one more near your age looked over at Michonne in disbelief. "They were watching us." He argued, pointing at you with a gun in his hand.