Daryl Dixon is barely existing. His brother is making his life miserable and he has no place to live except in his old blue pickup truck. He has a part-time job that he enjoys, but it's only a few days week and that's not enough. When he gets a text...
The survivors were herded into the RV that most of them had come in. Glenn and Aaron helped carry Maggie inside, while Rick and Michonne tried to help Daryl. His independent streak was no match for his friends as they each grabbed him under an arm and forced him towards the vehicle.
Maggie was lying on one of the cushioned benches, and Glenn was talking to her in a soft voice. Daryl wouldn't lie down, so Michonne propped pillows behind him. He was still bleeding from the bullet wound, but they didn't have any medical supplies to help. She found an old towel that she pressed against the wound. Daryl glared at her, and she silently dared him to stop her.
Rick took a moment to hug his son and count that everyone was aboard. His eyes met Michonne's for a moment, and the strength he saw in them helped him focus. He then sat in Abraham's seat and hesitated before he started the RV. The sound of soft crying came from the back as Sasha and Rosita both still cried for the man they lost.
With a shaky hand, Rick turned the key, and the engine started. As he drove the RV out towards the road, not one of them has yet to say a single word. The traumatic experience they had all been part of was too overwhelming for them. They were all simply shattered.
The road that had been filed with Saviors was now deserted. Rick drove slowly as not to jostle the ailing Maggie and Daryl. The still needed to get to The Hilltop to Dr. Carson, so he could take care of two of his closest friends.
About a mile down the road he noticed a woman walking, but he ignored her. Michonne, however, did not. She saw the sign the woman held up, it said:
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""Rick, slow down," she called out.
"I'm not stopping," he replied in a flat voice.
Michonne leaned over to a barely conscious Daryl. No way anyone would know Daryl's last name unless they knew him. She moved, so she was now sitting in front of Daryl. "Daryl? Hey, listen to me."
"What?" he growled.
"Did you ever have a wife named Emma?" she asked him.
Daryl instantly became more alert. "Emma? How do you know about Emma?"
Michonne knew it was true. "Rick, stop this damn RV right now. Daryl knows that woman."
Rick slowed the RV down until it stopped. "What are you talking about?"
Michonne had walked up to the front and squatted next to him. "I think that woman is Daryl's wife."
"What?" he exclaimed. "Daryl's not married."
"Have you ever asked him? She held up a sign that said she was Daryl Dixon's wife, Emma. How would she know his last name? And when I just asked Daryl, he reacted to her name. Look at him, Rick?" They both turned to see their friend struggling to stand and walk. Aaron and Rosita grabbed him so he wouldn't fall. He was too unsteady on his feet.
