There were not words that could describe what you felt whenever you dropped into the tunnels and found your brother, and he showed you what he was hiding. They'd have to try though. Hopeless was one good word for it. You knew that there was no hope. Carl had been bit. Nothing would change that. He'd spoken to you, now you'd given Michonne and your dad some space to have with the boy.

Eventually, you wound up next to Daryl and a young Judith, content in his lap. He saw your face, he'd seen the bite. But, Daryl had known you well enough to know that the best thing was to keep Judith quiet and wait for you to come to him. And he had.

Your head leaned against his shoulder, a sudden explosion from above making you wince. On top of your brothers condition, things looked hopeless all the way around. A few silent tears leaked down your cheeks, a few of them landing on Daryl's shoulder. The potential end of your world seemed like a good reason to cry. And, even if you managed to survive tonight (which seemed like a big if right now), Carl wouldn't.

"I think she wants you," Daryl said quietly, Judith staring intently at you in his arms. She didn't fuss, thankfully, but it was clear that she wanted to be held by you. "C'mon, ya look like you could use it," he added, handing her over to you.