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"When do you think I'll be able to see my mom?" Asked Connor.
Daryl looked down at him after blowing out a puff of smoke from the cigarette that hung from his lips.
"When she gets better. We got the medicine now." Daryl nodded.
"What if she doesn't get better...?"
"Don't think like that. She will. She's strong." Connor sat onto the grass and began to pick at the dead blades, watching the wind sweep them away into the morning sky.
"How much longer can we be outside. Will you get in trouble?"
"Nah. Rick knows I'll take care of you." There was a long pause between the two. No words exchanged as they soaked up the sight of the forest. Daryl snuck Connor out for a walk to get him to calm down. He acted like his friend Carl, wanting to do something for the group despite his younger age.
"I'm scared." Whispered the young boy. Daryl sat next to him, putting his crossbow into his lap as he turned towards the boy.
"She's gonna be fine." He reassured.
"Are you scared?" Connor asked his deep blue, staring into Daryl's sky-blue ones.
"Nah, I know she'll survive." He said confidently. Connor nodded and began to pick the grass again.
"Thank you for taking me out. It was too stuffy in that place." Connor muttered. Daryl grunted in reply and turned to his left, finding a walker stumbling their way.
"Let's head back. Gotta check on your mom." Daryl told him, nudging him softly. Connor rubbed his tired eyes and yawned, nodding and getting up.
The two walked back towards the prison, finding Rick waiting for them.
"Took you long enough. I was wondering if you even brought him to the woods or on a run." Rick joked. He smiled and let them inside, closing the gate before the walkers could enter. Daryl ignored his friend, earning a frown, and guided Connor back towards the quarantined area.
He was nervous, afraid of what would happen to his friend inside the prison.
Friend. Daryl didn't have friends. He had a family. She was becoming family. It took her almost dying, still could be dying, for him to realize how close she's become in the group. He stopped momentarily, deep in thought about the mother.
"Mister?" Asked Connor.
"I told you to call me Daryl." He said, the boy's voice snapping him out of his thoughts. He ruffled his hair and began to walk towards the building once more.
"What were you thinking about?" Connor looked up at the man, squinting his eyes as the sun met his face.
"Nothing you need to worry about, kid. Go back so you can visit your mom in the morning." Connor nodded excitedly and ran back into the quarantined zone. Daryl sighed and rubbed his eyes, his vision turning black before slowly fading to colour from how roughly he rubbed them.
