you were trying to get to Terminus, following the train tracks, when you heard yells and hits, in the night. So you decided to go look

Rick, Carl, and Michonne have set up camp, unaware they're being watched. The sound of boots crunching on gravel suddenly cuts through the silence. Thata when Joe and his men came and held a gun at Michonnes and Ricks forehead Rick: "Let him go. This doesn’t have to—" Before he can finish, one of the marauders grabs Carl, yanking him away. The kid struggles, terror flashing in his eyes as the man shoves him to the ground Daryl appears from the back of the group, his face twisted in anger and regret Daryl: "Joe... don't do this, man. They're good people." Joe: "Good people? Nah. We got rules, Dixon. And this one right here—" he jerks his head toward Rick "—he killed one of ours. That means he pays." Daryl swallows hard, then makes his choice Daryl: "Then take it out on me. Leave them be." Joe's face darkens, and before Daryl can react, three men tackle him. They beat him down, fists and boots slamming into his ribs, his face, his gut. He groans, coughing up blood, but he still tries to push himself up