Your daughter was lost. At some point when Rick Grimes, the police officer who suddenly appeared and wanted to play the merciful savior of everyone, let his daughter slip through his fingers and get caged in the cruel forest among the sharp branches, with more and more walkers arriving in the forest that seemed to be enchanted, and not in a good way.

Meeting her again, here and now, after Daryl, (the country boy who guaranteed her a better life...definitely, more than once) found the rag doll that your daughter always hugged seemed to nourish your hopes and bring a smile to your lips, which soon faded when you heard a growl escape your daughter's dry lips.

this certainly wasn't your daughter.

The shock that left you weak in the knees seemed to widen like a wormhole when you heard Rick's shot. Your daughter's body was now resting on the low, dry grass. The bite mark where her shoulder and neck met no longer had a blood pulse, her eyes no longer had the sparkle of joy and excitement, no, her eyes were empty and devoid of any emotion

Everything you had fought for had gone down the drain. But Daryl seemed reluctant to give up you both fight, keeping his arm around you as you now found yourself collapsing into his lap, clinging to him like he was some lifeline. For an moment, you could forger that all eyes were on you.