Estella Brandy, a strong, brave six year old girl that was left alone to die in the apocalypse by her mother. Thinking that she wouldn't be able to survive with a child, she took off in the middle of the night and left Estella alone. However, Daryl...
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CHAPTER FIFTEEN !
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ANNALISE WAS HANDCUFFED when she woke up, to no surprise. meanwhile, everyone was in the cell block next to the stairs, talking about michonne. daryl sat on one of the steps, estella on his lap. she hadn't left him alone since what her mom said, and still hadn't said a word to any of the adults. she wouldn't even talk to carl and isabella now, either. daryl was getting extremely worried about her.
"how do you know we can trust her?" rick asked.
"this is maggie and glenn. why are we even debating?" beth asked, stood next to the window.
"we ain't. i'll go after 'em." daryl answered, annoyed.
"well, this place sounds pretty secure. you can't go alone." rick replied. beth walked to daryl and estella, sitting down.
"i'll go." she said.
"me too." axel said, walking forward.
"i'm in." oscar said.
"better get ready, then." rick responded.
they spent half an hour grabbing all of the weapons they had to bring with them. estella walked alongside daryl as they all went outside, oscar opening the trunk of the car.
"i got flashbangs, and teargas. you never know what yer gonna need." daryl said, putting it all in the trunk.
carl walked up with two bags. daryl took one of them, and helped him put them in the trunk. "hey, don't you worry about yer old man. i'm gonna keep my eye on him."
carl nodded, and then daryl turned to estella. he picked her up, brushing the curls away from her forehead, and then kissed her on it, hugging her.
"you stay here, play some of those games ya brought back with isabella and carl. i'll be back before you know it. and don't talk to your mom again, yeah? everything she said was wrong, and like i said before. you ain't got her? ya got me." he said, and put her back down.
"daryl, i got you something." she said, quietly.
"ya did?" he asked, thankful that she actually spoke.
she reached into her pocket, pulling out the small ariel toy she got from the store. "i got you this. i have flounder."
"thank you." daryl laughed a little. "i'll keep 'er in my pocket, so it's like yer comin' with me. it can be my good luck charm, how 'bout that?"
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