2. Never Tear Us Apart

-the worst news-

It had been two days since Theo, Maggie and Glenn hadn't returned from their run, causing Daryl to spiral. 

"I don't care what you say anymore; I'm going to look for them", Daryl snapped once again at Rick. "I agreed to wait the first time because going alone was risky, but now I would rather go alone than wait for you to go and help me find your damn daughter!" Daryl snapped at Rick in front of everyone. 

"Daryl..." Carol tried to calm him, but he was heaving with rage as Rick stood and watched him. 

Rick stood there and contemplated whether it was a good idea or not. 

"Seriously, you are going to stand there and stare at me. Theo is your daughter, and you've been a coward, not wanting to go out and look for her, or is it because you hate me that much you don't want me to find her and would rather find her yourself?" Daryl snapped, making Rick hit the roof. 

"You think I don't want to be out there looking for my daughter? I do. But I have to ensure the safety of everyone else here. We both go, and we lose all of our best fighters," Rick yelled. 

Daryl paced with fury when Carl came running in from outside. 

"There is someone at the fence!" Carl ran back out, everyone following. 

They looked at the bottom of the field to see a stranger. 

A woman covered in blood, a basket of baby food and a katana on her back. 

Holding onto the fence as she looked up at those inside the prison. 

They couldn't tell you how long they sat there in silence; it was hours, maybe a few days?

The pain in Theo's heart hurt more than the pain in her stomach; she lost feeling in her arms a long time ago. 

Her eyes burned from the tears; her body ached all over. 

The Governor would check on them every once in a while. 

Today, he wanted more answers. 

"Morning",  he beamed as he walked in the door, his men behind him. Merle, however, was missing. 

Theo lazily looked up at him, and Glenn and Maggie reacted similarly. 

"Get her tied up, too," The Governor pointed at Maggie. She was quickly dragged to the other side of the room, tied, and left. 

"Please, just let us go," Theo tiredly begged. Her eyes struggled to stay open, no matter how hard she tried, so she couldn't fall asleep.

"I need numbers. I hope to visit your friends tomorrow, so I need to know the numbers." He walked around smiling and looking at Theo. 

A smirk played on his lips.

"Go. To. Hell," Theo weakly responded.

He didn't find this amusing at all; he angrily sent a fist to her face, splitting her lip. 

He grabbed a knife from his pocket, holding it tightly in his hands

"Tell me the numbers", He warned, holding onto her tightly as she yelped in pain. 

"Theo!" Glenn begged behind him. 

"No" She gritted through her teeth.

He laughed, his voice lacing with evil, before swinging his knife towards her, unable to care if it killed her or not.

The cut went from the top of her eyebrow, missing her eye by an inch, finishing at the top of the cheekbone.

She yelled out in pain as Glenn yelled for him to stop.