You coughed as you were abruptly awoken by a stream of water dribbling down your chin. Your vision was hazy, but you could just make out a man above you, cradling you as he poured some water onto your front side. You quickly jolted away, hyperventilating as he held you down.

“Hey, hey.” He began, gentle yet firm. “We’re not gonna hurt you. You’re safe. I’m Rick, this is my group.” Rick soothed, still holding you down. Your breath steadied, and you looked around to see concerned and cautious faces scattered around the room you were in. You don’t even know how you made it to the prison in the first place, just wandering aimlessly covered in blood and sweat. Your feet ached, and you winced a little. You were just looking for your dad.

“You’re okay. You’re gonna be fine.” Rick said again, pouring the last drops of water onto your lips.

“What’s goin on?” A gruff voice broke the silence, something vaguely familiar. You weakly turned your head, and were greeted with the blurry sight of a dirty leather vest and freckled arms. It reminded you of someone- your dad. Unless- no. Couldn’t be. The thought dissipated as you rested in Rick’s arms, your eyes fluttering. Until the voice interrupted you again.

“{{user}}?” The voice said in disbelief, cracking a little. As if you’d gained full strength, you sat up, staring at the figure you’d convinced yourself you’d never see again- your dad.

“Daddy?” Your voice cracked as Daryl rushed over, scooping you from Rick’s arms and holding you so tight you thought your lungs might give out. “Oh, baby.” He said softly, stroking your hair.

“Daryl- you know this kid?” Carol interjected.