"Hope is not about proving anything. It's about choosing to believe this one thing, that love is bigger than any grim, bleak shit anyone can throw at us."
― Anne Lamott, Plan B: Further Thoughts on Faith
"Morning, guys. Let's get going. We've got a lot of ground to cover," Rick said. "All right, everyone's getting new search grids today."
They had all gathered around the car again, setting the map on top of it. Daryl, T-Dog, Andrea, Shane and Rick were going to look for them today.
"If they made it as far as the farmhouse Daryl found, they might have gone further east than we've been so far," Rick said.
"I'd like to help," Jimmy spoke up, apparently he was dating Beth, Hershel's youngest daughter. "I know the area pretty well and stuff."
"Hershel's okay with this?" Rick asked him.
"Yeah, he said I should ask you."
"All right then, thanks."
"Nothing about what Daryl found screams Sophia or Cecilia to me," Shane exclaimed.
"I found Cecilia's earring!" Daryl exclaimed angrily, he had already explained that to them.
"It could belong to anyone, how do you even know it's hers?" Shane asked. "Anyone could have been holed up in that farmhouse."
"Anybody includes them, right?" Andrea asked him.
"Whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high," Daryl told the others. "And I could tell two people were there."
"It's a good lead," Andrea said.
"Maybe we'll pick up their trail again." Rick said.
"No maybe about it," Daryl told him. "I'm gonna borrow a horse, head up to this ridge right here, take a bird's-eye view of the whole grid, if they are up there, I'll spot them."
"Good idea," T-Dog told him. "Maybe you'll see your chupacabra up there too."
"Chupacabra?" Rick asked incredulously.
"You never heard this? Our first night in camp, Daryl tells us that the whole thing reminds him of a time when he went squirrel hunting and he saw a chupacabra," Dale said, making Jim chuckle.
"What are you braying at, jackass?" Daryl exclaimed.
"You believe in a blood-sucking dog?"
"Do you believe dead people walking around?" Daryl shot back. Touché.
Then Jim tried to grab the rifle that was on the car, in front of Rick, who stopped the boy from taking it.
"Hey, hey! Ever fire one before?"
"Well, if I'm going out, I want one," Jimmy said.
"Yeah, and people in hell want slurpees," Daryl said sarcastically, starting to walk into the woods.
"Why don't you come train tomorrow?" Shane told Jimmy. "If you're serious, I'm a certified instructor."
"For now he can come with us," Andrea said.
"He's yours to babysit then," Shane told her.
Each group had to nail a coloured cloth into some of the trees as they passed by, just to let others know someone had already checked that part and in case the girls were around, maybe they would take the hint and know that their group was still looking for them.
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Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016
Fanfiction"If you find happiness in this world, Daryl," he said. "You better cherish it, because you don't know how much it's going to last. Happiness and joy are two things pretty hard to find, even more than before and I think you are extreme...
