TWD- Little Heart Of Iron

24. Birds Of A Feather.

The night sky was turning into day. That's just how long they'd been driving, escaping from the place they thought they could call home.

Blake was in the backseat, still in the car with Glenn and Maggie. She had her head leaned up against the window as they drove. She'd fallen asleep maybe an hour after they left the farm, surprisingly. Usually she wouldn't be able to sleep under such stress, but her body gave out. Sleeping was out of her control.

When she woke up and it was light outside, it made her sad and worried. She wondered how far they were from the farm. From Daryl. And she wondered who escaped and who didn't.

"Oh my God. Oh my God," Maggie whimpered as she drove down a leaf-covered road surrounded by trees.

"All right, Let's just- let's just circle back to the highway," Glenn suggested.

"Did you see my dad? Did- did he make it?" Maggie asked, her eyes still glossy with tears as she looked between the road and Glenn. "Did you see?"

"I couldn't see anything," Glenn said solemnly.

"And Beth- I lost Beth. We gotta go back-"

"We can't go back, okay? There's nothing to go back to," Glenn said in a stressed tone.

"But Beth-"

"I-I think she was with Lori," Glenn said.

"Did they make it?"

"I don't know."

"Did you see Daryl? Did you see him leave?" Blake finally spoke up in a worried tone, scooting herself into the middle back seat.

"I- I don't know. Okay- I didn't see," Glenn said again.

"Patricia? Jimmy?" Maggie asked. "What if they didn't make it? What if nobody made it?" Maggie said, her tone becoming panicked at the thought of her whole family dying.

"They made it, okay?" Glenn reassured. "They had to. Alright, let's just circle around to the highway where we left supplies for Sophia."

Blake leaned back in her seat. She would cry again, but she had no tears left. Instead, she scooted back closer to the window and stared out of it until they made it to the highway. Maybe she would just fall asleep again.

•

When she woke back up, the first thing she heard was a grumbling noise that was muffled by the closed car windows. But it didn't matter. She recognized that sound anywhere. She shot up and quickly scooted back to the middle seat to look out of the front windshield. And, sure enough, there was Daryl. He was riding on her motorcycle with carol on the back. They were alive. Behind them was the blue truck. She wasn't sure who all was in that car, but whoever it was, they were alive.

They'd also made it to the highway, and as they drove through all the old cars, she could see Hershel, Rick, and Carl. They were alive, too.

As soon as the car stopped, Blake was the first one out of the car. She didn't even bother to close the door behind her before running to Daryl.

"Uncle Daryl!" Blake cries, barely giving him time to get off his motorcycle before she jumped into his arm. She clung to him like her life depended on it.

"Bee," Daryl breathed out a sigh of relief as he held the girl in his arms, keeping one hand on her back and the other on her head. "It's okay. Yer...we're alright."

Blake pulls her head back to look at Daryl. "I thought you were-"

"I know," Daryl interrupted, reaching his hand up and wiping her tears with his thumb. "Shh. S'okay. Yer fine. It's gon' be alright," he cooed, rocking the girl in his arms subconsciously. He scrunched his face up, trying to stop the few tears that began to form. He thought his baby was dead.