Daryl moved through the dense forest, his heart heavy with worry. His two-year-old daughter, Y/N, clung to his neck, her small hands gripping tightly as they navigated the undergrowth. The world had become a dangerous place, and his primary concern was keeping her safe.

It had been days since they had any meaningful interaction with other people. Daryl had been doing his best to keep Y/N fed and safe, but the constant threat of walkers and scarcity of supplies made every day a strug

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows through the trees, Daryl heard the distant rumble of an engine. He tensed, ready to run or fight if necessary. Peeking through the foliage, he saw a group of survivors approaching—a group he recognized

Rick, Maggie, Glenn, Carol, and Michonne moved cautiously, their weapons ready. When Rick caught sight of Daryl, relief washed over his face. He signaled to the others, and they approached slowly, careful not to startle him.

"Daryl," Rick called softly, his voice a mix of relief and concern. "It's good to see you.

Daryl shifted Y/N in his arms, his eyes wary. "Yeah," he replied, his voice gruff. "We got separated from the main group. Been trying to stay alive."

Maggie stepped forward, her eyes softening as she looked at Y/N. "Is this your daughter?" she asked, her voice gentle.

Daryl nodded, a rare smile tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Yeah, this is Y/N."

Glenn leaned in, his eyes wide with amazement. "Hey there, little one," he said softly, giving her a small wave. Y/N, shy but curious, clung tighter to Daryl.

Carol approached, her motherly instincts kicking in. "We need to get you both somewhere safe," she said firmly. "We've got supplies and a place to rest."

Daryl hesitated for a moment, but the exhaustion and worry for his daughter made the decision for him. He nodded, allowing Rick and the others to guide them back to their camp.

• At the camp -

Daryl laid Y/N down on a makeshift bed, her little body finally able to relax