You, Alden, and Luke embarked on a mission to locate Daryl and the others, though initially it was intended for only Luke and Alden to venture out. You couldn't bear the thought of sending them alone, particularly given the looming threat of the "Whisperers." Thus, despite feeling it was somewhat absurd, you joined them, knowing the importance of having backup in such perilous times. When the three of you failed to return with Daryl and the rest of the group, worry began to spread among Magna, Tara, and the others back at Hilltop. The discovery of your skinned horses only heightened their apprehension.

Eventually, the grim truth dawned on them— you had been taken hostage by the Whisperers. Realizing the gravity of the situation, they concluded that Lydia would have to be traded for your, Luke's, and Alden's safe return. After tense negotiations, the trade was made, and you were finally reunited with Magna and the others at Hilltop. Magna rushed past Luke, enveloping you in a tight embrace before pressing a tender kiss upon your lips. Resting her forehead against yours, she closed her eyes, her voice barely above a whisper, "God... you had me worried sick."