TWD- Little Heart Of Iron

12. Broken Promises.

"Uncle Daryl?" Blake followed her uncle around as he picked up his crossbow from the back of a car. She'd gotten a decent amount of sleep last night, though her body was a bit sore from the hard car seat. She already had her backpack on, her knife in the belt loop on her shorts, and was wearing some of the new clothes she found the day before. She was prepared to help find Sophia.

"What?" He mumbled as he kept walking. He was going out with everyone to help look for Sophia. Even Carl was going. The only people staying back were Dale and T-Dog. And Blake, unless she convinced Daryl to let her go with.

"Can I go with y'all ta help look?" Blake said. And she continued before Daryl could say no. "I've got my knife. I could use a gun if I had my own. Sophia was....is my friend, I think, and she'd want me ta help look. And I'd feel bad if I didn't help-"

"Jesus Christ, girl, alright." Daryl interrupted. "You can go." He scoffed.

"What?" Blake said. She didn't know what Daryl would say, but she wasn't expecting him to say yes, so quickly. When she asked people for things, the answer was "no" 95 percent of the time, so to say she was surprised would be an understatement.

"Yes," Daryl said. "You can go. What, did you think I was gon' say no?" He questioned.

"Well...yeah? My dad pro'bly would've," Blake shrugged. "But, when you went into the city to find Merle, you didn't let me go."

"So?"

"So...why are you letting me go, now? What changed?"

"You wanna keep askin' questions, or you wanna get goin'?" Daryl asked sarcastically." Yer daddy ain't here. I'm s'posed to be the fun uncle, remember?" Daryl smirked. He walked toward a pile of canned foods that sat near the RV. They'd found it all when they searched the cars. "Turn 'round," Daryl mumbled. Blake turned around and she could feel Daryl unzipping her backpack and putting a can or two inside, making the bag a bit heavier. "You eat, this mornin'?" He asked.

"Nah," Blake mumbled as Daryl zipped her bag up.

"Here," he grabbed a random granola bar from the pile of food and put it in Blake's hand. "Eat that. 'Nd when we go out there, you stay close to me or Shane."

"I thought you didn't like Shane?" Blake questioned.

"I don't. But he's capable of keepin' ya alive. That's all I care about." Daryl said as he picked up his crossbow again.

"Oh," Blake said. She couldn't disagree, unfortunately. "Hey, Uncle Daryl?" Blake followed him as he began to walk away again.

"Hm?"

"Can I use yer crossbow?" She asked.

"Nah. Thing's bigger than you," Daryl mumbled. "Just stick to yer knife."

"I could probably figure out how to use it, if I wanted to." Blake reasoned as she furrowed her eyebrows.

"Yeah, when you grow past 5 feet, come ask me again," Daryl said.

Blake rolled her eyes.

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The group was following Daryl through the woods in one big line. Blake walked alongside him. She felt a sense of pride, knowing that she could probably track just as good as her uncle. She would be a big help in finding Sophia.

She wanted to ask Daryl a bunch of questions that would flash into her head, but he seemed too concentrated. So did everyone else. No one was really talking, so Blake took that as a sign to be quiet, too.

Suddenly, Daryl held his arm up to signal everyone to stop. Blake ran into Daryl's arm, she was confused for a second when everyone started crouching down, but she followed along anyway.