Little Rhee (A Walking Dead fanfiction) *Under Editing*

Chapter 23

"Rhylee!" Tara's voice called out.

I lifted my head and looked up. Ron was still asleep and the attackers were gone. I heard Michonne and ran outside.

"Is Dad back?" I asked.

Michonne looked at the ground. She took a deep breath and faked a smile.

"He's not here right now. He tried to save us and said he would signal. Now we're waiting for a signal."

I nodded. Maggie wrapped her arm around me and walked ne back to the house. Mariah was standing over the stove cooking something that, to be honest, smelled like spoiled eggs. She looked up and smiled. She was cooking some sprt of meat, dipped in egg and coated in breading. I half smiled back and sulked up to my room.

I heard Maggie's soft voice from my doorway. She had a half smile and leaned against the frame.

"He's alright. He'll be back soon. You're daddy ain't never been anyplace he hasn't made it back from." She told me.

Daryl stood behind her, "Y'er dad's a tough Son-of-a-bitch. He's comin' back."

Then Rick, "You're dad is fast on his feet, gets in an' out, just like y'all said he did. Don't worry about it."

I looked out my window and saw green balloons. I jumped up and ran to the fence.