The Sheriff's Daughter, The Archer's Girl

Where? What The Hell Is Going On?

                  When I got up the next morning Daryl was gone. I got up, got dressed, and went outside. When I got closer to the gate Glenn yelled, "Daryl!"

                                  I ran over right before Michonne, Glenn, and Rosita drove off and I jumped in, then we went to the tracks, "that's where she died," Rosita said. Michonne moved some tree limbs. 

                        "That's his bike," I sighed. 

                       "Which way did they go?" Glenn asked, Rosita and I walked in the direction the Saviors ran in. 

                                        When we were in the woods I pointed, "this way. He went this way," I said. 

                          "How do you know?" Michonne asked. 

                      "She's tracking him," Glenn said. 

                   "We'll find him and take him home," Rosita said. 

                              I nodded, "I know," then we saw him. Rosita stood at a tree when Daryl shot one of his arrows then walked out. 

                                  Rosita pulled it out of the tree, "watch it!"

                      "I did," Daryl said. 

                      "Daryl, come on, are you doing this for her or you?" Glenn asked. 

                       "Both," he answered. 

                   "She's dead, I get it. We can do this together, plan out an attack, but back home," Glenn said. 

                           "No, go home," Daryl said then I walked out, "Jamie?"

                           "Daryl, if you're doin this for you, you're wrong, but for her, I'm with you," I said. 

                           "No, go home," Daryl said and walked away. 

                      "She's right," Rosita said and we walked after Daryl. 

                      "Jamie?" Michonne said after me. 

                      "He's out here, so am I," I said. 

                                 "I told you to go home," Daryl said once we  caught up to him. 

                             "If you're out here so am I. If you run into trouble you're going to need us. End of discussion," I said. 

                                     "Fine," he sighed, "let's go back and see if we can catch up with them."

                               "Okay, babe. You know it's good to include dad," I said. 

                            "I know," he said. I leaned up and kissed him, then we turned and went back the way we came. 

                                             When we headed back we saw Glenn and Michonne tied up. Glenn shook his head when I aimed my gun at one of them men, when I heard someone behind us. I'd just turned as Dwight shot Daryl. 

                                "No!" I yelled. 

                          "You'll be alright," Dwight smirked. 

                          "You son of a bitch!" I screamed and punched him in the face. 

                           "He'll be fine, you little bitch. He was shot in the shoulder, you know you hit pretty hard for a little girl. You ever think how nasty it is for your boy here to be with you? You're what? 16? 17?"

                         "26, you prick."

                          "Whatever," then it went black.