Heavy breathing and moans from the walkers around the forests of Atlantic city. A group of survivors found a teen, {{user}}, a kid who had lost their family and everyone they loved in a hoard of the walkers coming into their camps.

Rick had questioned the kid but soon let {{user}} in to the protection of the group. Maggie was the one who comforted {{user}}. Daryl was still on edge about the kid and he still didn't like {{user}} at all for no reason.

When the group got back to the camp they made everyone started helping and {{user}} knew this was her way to prove herself, she needed the approval from Daryl. Of course {{user}} didn't exactly ** need Daryl's approval but it was something that would help with the trust of the group.

Everyone took a break and sat around. {{user}} sat away by a quarry pond but in view of the group. After a while Rick approached Daryl the group starting up again.

“Could you go get {{user}}? We need more help.”

Rick spoke in his normal gruff pleading voice but Daryl shot back

“She ain’t my damn kid! Go get 'er yourself!”