"Smells to me like the Sawhatchee Creek," Merle spoke as he and Daryl stood in the middle of the woods after they had walked a bit farther out. He knew they were close to somewhere though because he could hear and smell water nearby.
Daryl shook his head at Merle's assessment of things, "We didn't go west enough," he stated knowing there was no way they were near the creek that Merle thought they were near. "There's a river down there, it's got to be the Yellow Jacket."
"You have a stroke, boy?" Merle asked clearly perplexed that Daryl would even consider them being near the Yellow Jacket. "We ain't never even come close to the Yellow Jacket," he stated before continuing to walk with Daryl following beside him.
"We didn't go west," Daryl said again as Merle dismissed what he had told him. "Just a little bit south. That's what I think."
Merle couldn't help but laugh at that, "You know what I think?" he asked though he didn't give Daryl time to answer him. "I may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction."
"Yeah, we'll see," Daryl muttered as he rolled his eyes. He wasn't sure why but he was getting annoyed at Merle a whole lot quicker right now and well maybe it partly had to do with the thoughts of Avery and the whole prison group being dead. It wasn't thoughts he liked at all.
"What do you want to bet?" Merle asked with a hint of teasing in his voice.
"I don't want to bet nothing," Daryl replied a bit harshly, letting his annoyance show in his words. "It's just a body of water. Why's everything got to be a competition with you?"
Merle listened to Daryl, feeling a bit surprised at how short his rope seemed to be right now. "Whoa, whoa. Take it easy, little brother," he sighed doing his best to get Daryl to calm down. "Just trying to have a little fun. No need to get your panties all in a bundle."
Going silent as Merle talked, Daryl made a face as he heard a sound off in the distance. It was a sound he had grown used too lately. "You hear that?" he asked wondering if Merle heard it too.
"Yeah," Merle nodded as he came to a stop, the sound echoing in the woods. "Wild animals getting wild."
"No, it's a baby," Daryl spoke feeling like by now thanks to Judith he knew what a baby's cries sounded like and that was not two animals. That was a baby crying.
"Oh, come on," Merle muttered in disbelief as he turned to look at Daryl. "Why don't you just piss in my ear and tell me it's raining too? That there's the sound of a couple of coons making love, sweet love," he smirked as he gyrated his hips slightly to make a point. "You know what I mean?" he asked as Daryl pushed past him, heading in the direction that the sound had came from.
Stifling his laughter, he followed behind Daryl until they came to a clearing, walking to where the river was and sure enough as they stood by the river Merle saw that Daryl was right. The sound had been a baby as it seemed like a family was trapped on the bridge with a bunch of walkers.
Whistling at two men who were standing on a truck, firing a gun at the walkers Merle muttered at them to jump, right before Daryl again moved, heading towards the bridge.
"What?" Merle questioned as he watched Daryl walking away and he begrudgingly followed after him. "Hey, man, I ain't wasting my bullets on a couple strangers that ain't never cooked me a meal or felicitated my piece. That's my policy. You'd be wise to adopt it, brother." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Daryl who eventually got to the bridge, despite Merle's protest against walked towards the truck where two men where stuck on the back, surrounded by the walkers on the ground. Aiming his crossbow at one of the walkers, he shot it through the head and as it fell to the ground, he took off the backpack that was around his shoulders so that he could better fight the walkers and help these people to safety, if only for the fact that they had a baby with them.
After the backpack was off, Daryl fired another arrow into a walkers head before bending down to get the arrow out and as he did so he looked up at the two men, "Come on man," he told them as they made no effort to move at first. "I'm trying to help you out," he muttered as he rammed the arrow in his hand into a walker's skull.
As the two men finally began to move he looked over at Merle who it seemed had finally made it to the bridge, "Cover me," he called out to his brother though he wasn't sure it would do any good. Merle still didn't seem to want to help these people, even knowing they had a baby.
Once one of the men had finally made it off the truck and started shooting at the walkers, Daryl reloaded his crossbow as he began to fire at the walkers surrounding the car where the woman and the baby where and of course he really wasn't shocked at Merle's lack of help right now.
After he took down the two walkers at the front of the car, Daryl walked to the back where a walker was half inside the car via the open hatch and he reached inside, pulling the walker out enough until he could reach up and close the open hatch, smashing the walker's head in the process as blood went all on his hands and the pavement.
Merle who was coming closer to where Daryl was, watched as a walker was approaching him after he had shut the hatch of a car, "Daryl, I gotcha," he called out as he raised his gun and firing it, a bullet going straight through the walker's head.
Seeing Daryl still standing there Merle lowered his gun as he looked at his brother, "Go," he yelled as he saw a few more walkers approaching and Daryl soon ran to where he stood.
Daryl who now stood beside Merle listened as the man who had gotten down from the truck kept talking in Spanish or Mexican and he sighed, not understanding a word the man said. "Speak English," he muttered as he quickly worked on fixing his crossbow again.
After his crossbow was fixed he once again went to work taking down what was left of the walkers on the bridge.
Merle who really hadn't done much other than take down the one walker that had cornered Daryl, walked to the car where the woman and baby were at once all the walkers had been handled and he opened the back door, though before he could get in the man approached him speaking another language and he held his gun out holding him at gun point. "Slow down, beaner," he said as he locked eyes with the man. "That ain't no way to say thank you."
Daryl who stood silently on the other side of the car looked at Merle as he now held a gun on one of the men and he shook his head at his brother. "Let 'em go," he spoke knowing they didn't have to do this. They didn't have to be like this. The family had a baby for godsakes and all he could do was put himself in their shoes. If he was the one with a baby, though he wasn't. Avery wasn't pregnant nor would she ever be more than likely but he still felt for this family more than he wished he did to be honest.
Merle shook his head at Daryl's words, "Nah, they least they can do is give us an enchilada or something," he said as he slowly lowered his gun, putting it in his pocket before he moved to lean into the backseat to go through the stuff and see what they had that he could take.
"Easy does it, senorita," Merle spoke to the woman who was in the front seat, holding the crying baby in her arms. "Everything's gonna be fine," he assured her as he started to rifle through some of the stuff.
Daryl who still stood on the other side of the car as Merle began to go through the things in it, watched as the other man who had been on the back of the truck got down, walking towards the car to stop Merle, only to be stopped by the man Merle had, had at gunpoint. A man who Daryl assumed was probably his dad.
Chewing his lip briefly Daryl took a deep breath as he walked from where he stood, knowing what he needed to do. Knowing what had to be done.
"Get out of the car," Daryl spoke as he raised his crossbow at Merle's back. It was a big step for him doing this to his brother but he couldn't let his brother do this to a family that had a baby.
Merle paused what he was doing as he heard Daryl, "I know you're not talking to me brother," he said in disbelief that Daryl could actually be telling him that.
At Merle's words Daryl turned his head to the two men, "Get in your car and get the hell out of here," he told them his tone coming out rough. "Go! Get in your car!" he yelled as they just stood there for a few seconds but that seemed to get them to moving.
Listening to Daryl, Merle moved out of the car slowly seeing that Daryl held his crossbow on him and they both just had a showdown of sorts as Merle closed the backdoor of the car and began to move away as the car was started and as it drove off, he reached up to move the crossbow away, seeing Daryl glare at him before walking off into the woods. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"The shit you doing, pointing that thing at me man," Merle finally spoke as they walked through the woods again, he had finally caught up enough to Daryl that he was sure his brother could hear him now and he wanted Daryl to know that he was pissed at what had just happened.
"They were scared, man," Daryl answered though he didn't turn back to look at Merle. He just kept his gaze ahead as he kept walking.
"They were rude is what they were," Merle continued to rant once Daryl had answered him. "Rude and they owed us a token of gratitude."
"They didn't owe us nothing," Daryl replied back to Merle knowing that the family they helped really hadn't owed them anything in the end.
Merle felt a bit shocked at Daryl's words, "You helping people out of the goodness of your heart?" he asked a bit harshly. "Even thought you might die doing it? Is that something your Sheriff Rick taught you?"
"There was a baby!" Daryl yelled as he finally came to a stop before turning to face Merle.
"Oh, otherwise you would have just left them to the biter's then?" Merle questioned as he locked eyes with Daryl once they had came to a stop.
Taking in Merle's words Daryl just heaved a sigh, "Man, I went back for you," he said referring to Atlanta. "You weren't there," he spoke as he shook his head. "I didn't cut off your hand, neither. You did that way before they locked you up on that roof. You asked for it."
Merle stood there stunned at Daryl's words for a moment before laughing bitterly. "You know...you know what's funny to me," he mused as he shook his head. "You and Sheriff Rick are like this now," he said as he raised his hand putting his two fingers together to prove just how close they were. "Right? I bet you a penny and a fiddle of gold that you never told him that we were planning on robbing that camp blind," he said as he reminded Daryl of their plans before he had gotten left on that roof.
"It didn't happen," Daryl spoke knowing that now he was kind of glad it hadn't. Those people he had wanted to rob blind all meant something to him now.
"Yeah it didn't cause I wasn't there to help you," Merle spat back at Daryl's answer.
"What, like when we were kids?" Daryl asked as he got in Merle's face slightly. "Who left who then?"
"What?" Merle asked not even sure why Daryl had brought that up. "Huh? Is that why I lost my hand?"
"You lost your hand cause you're a simple minded piece of shit," Daryl growled out before turning away from Merle to walk away but before he could get far Merle had grabbed onto his shirt roughly, pushing him down as the shirt tore exposing Daryl's back to Merle.
Merle paused as he moved away from Daryl once the shirt had torn and he saw the scars on Daryl's back, finally realizing what his brother had meant by his earlier statement of when they had been kids.
"I..I didn't know he was..." Merle started unable to even finish his sentence because he really had no clue their dad had also abused Daryl.
"Yeah, he did," Daryl said as he rushed to fix his shirt and throw the backpack back over his arms. "He did the same to you," he said as he stood back up. "That's why you left first."
Merle just looked down briefly at Daryl's words, "I had to man," he defended before looking at his brother. "I would have killed him otherwise," he sighed as he watched Daryl walking away from him. "Where are you going?"
"Back where I belong," Daryl called out knowing he belonged at the prison. It was where Avery was and somehow wherever she was sort of felt like home, so the prison was his home even if it sometimes felt like a tomb.
"I can't go with you," Merle said as Daryl came to a stop to look at him. "I tried to kill that black bitch and the redhead. Damn near killed the gay Hanson brother."
Daryl rolled his eyes at the gay comment, "He's straight," he rebuffed though sometimes he himself doubted if Taylor was entirely straight.
"Whatever," Merle huffed as he shook his head. "Doesn't matter, man. I just can't go with you."
"You know, I may be the one walking away but you're the one that's leaving...again," Daryl said before he shook his head and walked away not sure if he really cared if Merle followed, not if Merle wanted to be stubborn about it anyway.
Merle just stood there for a bit as he watched Daryl walk away and he was truly torn. Torn between not going or following the only blood and family he had and going to a place where he knew everyone would hate him and most likely wanna kill him. "Damn," he muttered under his breath before going off to catch up with his brother. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
"Taylor!" Hershel called out as he followed behind Taylor who was walking to a truck that was parked in the courtyard of the prison. "You're not going back to Woodbury, are you?"
Stopping in his tracks, Taylor turned to face Hershel before walking closer to him so that they could speak. "No," he answered though it may have been a lie. "I'm just going out there."
"I'll go with you," Hershel offered mainly because he didn't believe Taylor's denial in not going to Woodbury.
"I got it," Taylor told him firmly as he turned to walk towards the truck again.
"By yourself?" Hershel questioned as his words once again stopped Taylor in his tracks. "How can you possibly think that's a good idea?"
Taylor again turned to face Hershel, "I can't just sit on my hands," he defended knowing he had to do something. Staying at the prison just waiting wasn't an option.
"You went on a simple formula run and got the crap beaut out of you. Maggie was attacked," Hershel reminded him, trying to list the reasons why this was a bad idea.
"Are you saying this is my fault?" Taylor asked a bit harshly mainly because he felt offended and like Hershel was blaming him.
"No," Hershel answered as he shook his head.
"I did what I could," Taylor argued back even though Hershel had said no and he knew now it was his own guilt speaking. Everything he was doing and feeling right now was his guilt and the only way to kill it was to do something.
"I know you did," Hershel told him sounding firm as he spoke. "So does Maggie. She's one of the two people most precious to me in this world. I trust you with her life," he explained as he locked eyes with Taylor. "I still do. This rage is going to get you killed."
Taylor ran a hand through his hair as he did his best to listen to Hershel's reasoning, "With Daryl gone, Zac going through the shit he is with Kate and Rick wandering crazytown, I'm the next in charge," he muttered feeling like besides his guilt things were all on him now.
Going silent Hershel watched as Taylor again turned away and headed to the truck. "What are you proving?" he asked loud enough so that Taylor could hear but this time Taylor didn't stop in his tracks, Taylor just kept walking to the truck. Once Taylor got in and eventually drove off, Hershel shook his head swearing that both Hanson boys were stupid and of course his girls just had to love them.
Looking down into the prison yards, Hershel raised an eyebrow as he saw Rick walking around outside the fences. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Zac chewed on his lip nervously as he approached Lucy, the woman who he had tracked down outside. He really wasn't sure why he was tracking her down or well he was but he knew this conversation could probably get awkward if it had the chance too.
"Lucy?" Zac questioned as he came to a stop beside her, seeing her turn to eye him warily. "Can we talk?" he asked her as he raised an eyebrow.
"I figured that was what you were doing already," Lucy quipped as she shrugged her shoulders. "But sure go ahead, keep talking if you want. I can listen."
Zac couldn't help but laugh at that and with her humor he could also see why Kate liked her, why Kate was drawn to her when she hadn't had Zac. It was like how he had been drawn to Beth, because Beth had taken care of him in ways that Kate used too.
"You're in love with my wife," Zac stated watching as Lucy's whole demeanor changed.
Lucy nodded her head meekly at his words, "I am in love with your wife," she confirmed now feeling afraid to even let this continue further. "I...we thought you were dead," she explained trying to justify things. "Trust me if I had even suspected you could still be out there I wouldn't have done anything with Kate."
Zac shook his head, "I know you thought I was dead. I thought she was too," he sighed as he looked away from Lucy.
"It doesn't matter now though," Lucy continued as Zac went silent. "She loves you and you love her. I heard you two this morning," she clarified knowing that they'd probably get back together. "It'll just be a matter of time until you two work things out."
Looking back at Lucy, Zac just stayed silent because he wasn't sure what else he could say. All he knew though was that he doubted for sure if they could make things work because he wasn't sure they were in love anymore and he had a feeling deep down Kate was probably in love with Lucy just from the small stuff he had witnessed after their arrival yesterday. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Beth who was walking down the cell block stopped as she made it to Maggie and Taylor's cell and she moved Judith up in her arms. "She's hungry," she stated as she looked at Maggie sitting up. "Could you help me feed her?" she asked softly. "I want to make Daddy something to eat."
Looking at Beth for a few seconds, Maggie took in her words before motioning for Beth to hand over Judith so that Beth could go fix their dad some food.
Beth smiled a bit when Maggie agreed and she slowly handed Judith over to her sister, sitting on the bed as she watched Maggie with the baby and she was sure one day that Maggie would make a good mom.
"Here," Beth said as she handed Maggie the bottle and when Maggie took it Beth watched as she began to feed the baby and she made a face. "Just keep the bottle like this," she instructed showing Maggie how to hold the bottle. "Otherwise she gets gassy."
"Got it," Maggie replied as she kept her gaze on Judith though when Beth touched her hand softly she turned to give her sister a smile, though the smile kind of hurt with all that she still felt after the ordeal she had been through. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Rick who was walking outside the prison fences kept looking around for Lori though he could hear someone calling his name and he had yet to see his wife again. A thought that saddened him and also let him know just how far he was falling, yet he couldn't seem to bring himself back, no matter how hard he tried.
As he got closer to the prison and the person who was saying his name's voice got louder Rick once again looked around, trying to find out where it was coming from and just who it was.
When he made it to the bridge Rick slowed down some as he saw Hershel coming down towards the fence in the prison yard and he realized that the person hollering for him was more than likely the older man so he walked towards him, curious as to what he wanted.
"You know I wouldn't have hobbled all the way down here if it wasn't important," Hershel spoke once Rick was close enough that he could hear him. "Are you coming back soon?" he asked and he probably meant it as more than just physically, he also meant it mentally. "Taylor's on the warpath. Smart as he is, he can't fill your boots. I'm afraid he's reckless. We need you now more than ever."
"Well, if you're so worried about him, you lead," Rick spoke as he gestured towards Hershel.
Hershel ignored Rick's words as he just stared at the man, "What are you doing out here?" he asked curiously.
"I've...I've been..." Rick started as he tried to think of an answer he could give. One that wouldn't make him sound crazy. "I've got...stuff out here," he nodded his head as he looked around. "Stuff," he whispered more to himself than Hershel.
"How much longer do you need?" Hershel asked another question as he kept his gaze on Rick.
Rick shook his head at that, "I don't know...I don't...." he started but stopped unable to even finish his sentence because he was uneasy. Wondering when Lori would pop up again.
"Is there anything I can help you with?" Hershel questioned wondering if there was anyway he or anyone could help Rick right now.
"I saw something," Rick explained finally as he looked back at Hershel. "Lori. I saw Lor...I'm seeing Lori," he muttered out knowing that Hershel probably thought he was crazy right now. "Look, I know it's not really her. But there's got to be a reason, it's got to mean something, you know."
"Was it her on the phone?" Hershel asked as he watched Rick move closer to the fence.
Rick nodded his head in response to Hershel's question, "Yeah. Shane too...and the town."
"Do you see them now?" Hershel mused as he raised an eyebrow, watching as Rick shook his head no. "You're looking for them."
"I'm waiting," Rick explained not sure if it made things any better.
"For what?" Hershel asked wondering what Rick was waiting for exactly.
"I don't know. Something. There's an answer. I know it doesn't make sense, well it does. It can make sense. I mean I think in time it will make sense," Rick spoke knowing he probably wasn't making much sense at all.
"Rick?" Hershel said as Rick began to grow a bit out of it again. "Come on in. You need rest, it's not safe out here."
Rick shook his head no at that, "I can't," he said a bit firm. "I can't," he repeated knowing he wasn't ready to go in. Not until he found what he was looking for. It was after he said that, that he walked away from the fence going back into the woods to search for whatever it was he was looking for to begin with. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Avery who was standing in the courtyard, turned her head as she felt Axel tap her on the shoulder and she gave him a tiny smile as he came to stand beside her.
"Stress getting to your man Rick?" Axel asked as he looked at Avery after coming to a stop beside her.
Avery crossed her arms as she looked ahead out into the prison yards where Hershel was coming back after his talk with Rick. "Can you blame him?" she asked knowing after everything that had happened lately she didn't blame Rick for being a little off.
"No, not at all," Axel spoke as he shook his head. "In here I've seen plenty of dudes crack," he admitted as he shrugged. "But not me. I got on better on the inside. Things made more sense, you know. There were rules, life was more simple."
Avery made a face at that because she wasn't sure it made sense to her but maybe in a way it did sort of make sense for Axel as odd as he was. "Didn't you miss your brother?" she asked knowing he had to have missed his family.
"My brother?" Axel asked a bit confused before shaking his head. "Hell, no. He had a real money problem."
"What kind of problem?" Avery questioned a bit amused as she raised an eyebrow.
"He didn't lend me any," Axel joked as he laughed and his words it seemed got Avery to laugh as well. "One time that son of a bitch..."
Avery who had been listening to Axel watched in horror as Axel's words were cut off mid sentence as a bullet hit him in the end and as his body fell down, she went down with it, using his body as cover as bullets began to fly everywhere, some of them just barely missing her by inches.
Zac who was crouched down beside Lucy at the edge of one of the guard towers made a face as he saw Carl and Beth slowly moving to safety behind a set of bleachers and as they moved he looked at Lucy who he was covering because she had no weapon at the moment.
"Just, stay still for a second," he told her before he moved to fire off a round to distract the people from seeing Carl and Beth as they made it into position.
Rick who had fallen down beside the bridge once this whole mess had started, looked through the scope of his gun, spotting someone in the woods and he fired only to be meet with the same and he again ducked down to avoid the bullets hitting him in anyway. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Jessica, Glenn, Carol and Maggie who were all inside stood by the door as they went through the guns, hearing the commotion taking place outside.
"Are you sure you want to stay inside with her?" Maggie asked as she looked at Kate who had offered to stay inside with Judith while the others went outside.
Kate nodded her head as she held the baby in her arms, "Someone should probably stay inside with her just in case," she spoke knowing they couldn't just leave a baby in here with no one. Someone had to watch the baby.
It was after she spoke that she watched the others turn to leave and after they had, she sat at one of the tables with Judith in her arms and she smiled down at the baby girl. "Everything's going to be okay," she said and she really hoped it was going to be okay. "At least I hope so," she muttered as she felt a lump form in her throat and not just because of her fear of what was happening outside.
Kate had a lump in her throat because holding Judith reminded her of all she had lost with her baby being gone but at least she had, had more time to heal where as Zac was just beginning and she knew eventually somehow she and Zac would have to talk about things so they could come to a decision on where they stood and right now she feared that maybe Zac was dead already or that Lucy was dead and neither option set right with her. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Making it outside Jessica followed behind Maggie as they did their best to avoid the bullets being fired at them from literally everywhere and as Maggie handed off a gun to Beth and Beth and Carl moved to behind the guard tower where Zac was, Jessica crouched down beside Maggie as she spotted Avery hiding behind Axel's dead body.
"Avery, go," Jessica called out as she began to fire at the person who was standing in the opposite guard tower, watching as Avery moved quickly from where she was at, heading to where Zac was and as soon as she made it, Beth handed her a gun so that she could protect herself.
Taking the gun from Beth, Avery crouched down a bit breathless as she just stayed frozen in place a bit at least until she heard what sounded like a car driving frantically towards the prison and then she moved some, looking out to see what looked like a bread truck driving right through the gates of the prison, only coming to a stop when it reached the yard.
Raising an eyebrow as the truck stayed parked for awhile Avery felt even more panic though when the back of the truck was opened and walkers began to pour out of it, right before the barrage of bullets started again.
Zac who had watched everything looked around knowing everyone who was behind the guard tower now all had weapons and he quickly ran off towards where Jessica and Maggie were to get a better aim at the people shooting at them, though when he came to a stop beside them he heard Rick yelling from outside the fences for Hershel to get out of there and it only struck Zac that Beth's dad was stuck down in the yard along with Michonne. A yard that was now crawling with walkers.
At that realization Zac turned around fast, letting his anger get the best of him as he aimed his gun up at the gun tower and firing. His shot finally hitting the person who was there and he smirked in satisfaction as the person fell down after the near perfect head shot.
Phillip who had stood outside the prison fences walked back to the truck he and his men had rode in on and as he stood in the driver's side doorway he fired one last round of bullets into the prison, a bit pleased at the mess he had created here. A mess he was sure they probably wouldn't recover from and one that was meant to be a warning that he wasn't done with them yet.
After the truck that was parked outside the fences eventually pulled away Jessica, along with everyone else came out of hiding, walking to the gate that separated the courtyard from the main yard and after the gate was open they all began to help take down the walkers that were walking around.
Rick who watched as the others began to go take care of the prison yard, began to move from where he was, taking out the walkers at the gate outside at least until he was cornered onto the fence by a walker who had been lunging at him and as he tried to fight that walker off, another one came to group on top of it and he had the sinking feeling he might be screwed.
Or at least he thought that until an arrow went through one of the walkers heads and he watched as Merle and Daryl came to help him take care of the walkers outside the fences.
Taylor who had shown up right as the other truck took off, parked his truck in the yard where Hershel was and as he got out, he went to the man putting an arm around him and helping him up, knowing he had to get Hershel out of this mess and as he and Hershel made the trek for safety inside the parked truck he was glad when Michonne came to help him, getting on the other side of Hershel.
Getting back in the truck after he helped Hershel inside, Taylor waited until Michonne got in the back before driving off towards the courtyard where the others had once again gathered, though there was still a few walkers in the yard, walkers that were following his truck though the moment he drove through the open gate of the courtyard he watched as the gate was shut, cutting off the walkers from getting into this part of the prison at least.
Maggie who had been standing in the courtyard ran over to her dad who had started to open the truck door and she pulled him into a hug, "You okay?" she asked him softly.
"Yes, baby," Hershel answered as he got down out of the truck with her help before following the rest of the group to the now closed gates as they watched Rick and what looked to be Merle and Daryl taking care of a few walkers on the outside of the prison.
Avery who stood at the gates instantly put a hand on her stomach as she watched the scene outside of the gates, seeing that Daryl and Merle looked to be back and a part of her wanted to be happy at that but she wasn't. Instead she was angry. Angry at Daryl for leaving still and well angry at the situation because they still had walkers inside the prison yard and their safety was a bit compromised now thanks to the gates being driven through and this was all the last thing she needed especially with a baby on the way.
Feeling hands on her shoulder, Avery turned her head slightly to see Zac standing behind her and she gave him a sad smile before resting one of her hands on top of his.
"Things may be shit right now," Zac mused so only Avery could hear him. "But at least Daryl's home."
Avery made a face at Zac's words not sure if he said them to comfort her or comfort himself in some odd way since he had a weird sort of friendship with Daryl.