Daryls pov.
It was hard getting all of us back to the prison on my motorcycle but we made it work. We had to make it work. Joey was on the back I was in the middle and Maggie was in front.
"Do y'all have Connor too?" I heard Joey ask. I felt mags tense.
"He died 3 days ago. Izzy wasn't talking when we left." I explained to him. I could hear him cry.
"Shane?" He asked through gritted teeth.
"Been dead a while." I heard sigh out of relief.
"Is Izzy ok?" I heard him ask concern filled his voice.
"She will be when she sees you." I said to him. After that we were all quiet. It was a little while but soon we reached the prison. Everyone pointed weapons at Joey. Everyone but Rick.
"Joey?" He asked. Joey smilied and nodded. They hugged and Rick introudeced him to everyone.
"Um guys. Can I go see my baby girl now?" Joey asked. Everyone looked at him funny. "I practically raised izzy because.." he stopped. "Well let's just say that I......." He couldn't find words.
"We know." Rick said. Joey nodded.
"Come on. I'll take ya to er." I told him. He nodded and followed me.
"Guys wait!" Gleen yelled. We stopped and let him catch up to us. "She hasn't said anything all day. She won't drink, eat, or sleep. She just sits there staring at the wall with no emotion showing." I nodded and Joey looked scared. We contuied walking until we got to our cell. Gleen was right. Joey gasped then ran over to her. This is when I thought she would snap out of it, but she didn't she just sat there starring at the wall. Joey started stroking er hair like I had done forever ago. T came in.
"That's her other brother." I told Joey he looked up at t and smilied it was fake but it was still a smile. T walked over and put his hand on joeys shoulder.
"So, brother, do you anything that could snap her out of this?" He asked Joey. Joey smirked.
"Yeah, brother, I think I do."Sorry for the short chapter loves.
Love to all my readers.
-Angel
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Big Blue Eyes (Daryl Dixion love story)
DiversosShit has hit the fan. My dad left me and my little brother to fend for ourselves. I couldn't care less. I hoped he was dead. He made our lives a living hell. Me and my baby brother had somewhere where we hoped we could be safe. the CDC.