❝ look who's digging
their own grave. ❞
❝ that's what they all say. ❞
﹙ the walking dead fanfiction ﹚
﹙ daryl dixon x oc ﹚
﹙ season one - season eleven. ﹚
﹙ started 11/15/20 ﹚
﹙ note; lowercase inten...
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"ALL RIGHT, everyone is getting new search grids today." rick announced, placing down a map that he had received from maggie the day before. there were marks drawn on it, circles and exes to represent where everyone had already looked, "if she made it as far as the farmhouse daryl found, she might have gone further east than we've been so far."
rosaline nodded listening for afar. her head lifted as one of the green family members stepped up, "i'd like to help. i know the area pretty well and stuff." jimmy, rosaline had guessed, beth's boyfriend, offered.
"hershel's okay with this?" rick asked.
"yeah, yeah. he said i should ask you." he assured, nodding.
rick seemed relieved. they did need more people on this search, "all right then. thanks."
"nothing about what daryl found screams sophia to me." shane stated his tone full of disapproval, "anyone could have been holed up in that farmhouse."
"yeah. which also counts sophia, shane. there was someone sleeping in the cupboard and we can't take that chance of brushing past the fact that it might have been sophia." rosaline said to him, scrunching her eyebrows together.
did he want to find this girl or not?
"rosaline's right. anybody includes sophia." andrea agreed.
"she's got a point. whoever slept in that cupboard was no bigger than yay-high." daryl backed her up, not wanting to have their find overlooked.
andrea praised the pair, "good lead."
"well if she had slept in there, wouldn't the dog have caught her scent already?" shane questioned, nodding over to rhaegar who was eating his meal a little ways away.
rosaline's head swiveled towards the former cop, "it might have been stale. he can't track something old."
"well that just proves my point." shane slapped his knee with a sigh.
"not necessarily. it might mean that she had moved on, and it tells us the direction she might have gone in." the brown-haired girl countered.
why is he being so stubborn? it's frustrating. rosaline thought to herself.
"maybe we'll pick up her trail again." rick said.
"no maybe about it." daryl added, "i'm going to borrow a horse. head up to this ridge right here, take a bird's-eye view of the whole grid. if she's up there i'll spot her."
"good idea." t-dog replied, raising his eyebrows, seemingly impressed with how quick he had come up with that plan. his tone changed though, "maybe you'll see your chupacabra up there too."
