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( chapter thirteen ! ) - 𝐰𝐞'𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝
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It had to be a miracle, Robin thought when she woke up the next morning, that they hadn't been attacked by any Walkers.
She didn't remember falling asleep, but when she opened her eyes again, it was obvious to her that she had needed a good night's sleep. Robin was covered in Daryl's poncho, and he was sitting close to his bike, sharpening his knife. He didn't notice her waking up until she slowly and carefully pushed her body off the ground.
"Morning, princess." Daryl's voice sounded hoarse, so he cleared his throat.
Robin faked a smile. "Morning."
It wasn't a good morning as uncertainty crept in as soon as Robin was even remotely awake. She thought the reason no Walkers had found them yet was because they were all still busy tearing the farm and her family to shreds. And if that was the case, that meant the only person Robin had left now was Daryl.
She sighed. "So, what do we do now?"
Daryl put his knife down. "We go back to the highway."
He got up and stored his knife in his belt. Robin watched him while she drew her brows together. "The highway?"
He nodded and walked over to her, extending his hand. Instead of taking it and allowing him to help her up, Robin removed the poncho from around herself and got up by herself. Daryl withdrew his hand and explained, "Where we lost Sophia. It's our best bet."
"Then it would be stupid not to look." Robin held the poncho out in Daryl's direction. She faked a smile to not let him know how pessimistic she actually was about this—she had never been an optimist, and she would never be one.
But Daryl could tell that the smile was fake. He could feel doubt nagging at him as well, but he figured that at least one of them needed to think rationally right now—and since Daryl always claimed to know better how to handle this world than Robin, it should be him anyway.
So, he drove them there. And this time, Robin held on to him more tightly, lost in her hopes that she would actually see Maggie and Beth there. And Hershel. She came up with a million worst-case scenarios as to why they wouldn't be there.
