Rick mentioned to her a day or two after her surgery on her side that Bob had died becuase of some freak cannibals who survived the fall of Terminus.
Not only that, he apparently had been bitten by a walker, too.
"Hey, I know that face. What're ya' thinkin' 'bout?" Daryl's voice snapped her out of her train of thought.
"O-Oh...well...I know you don't like talking about...her...but I just don't get why she had to die and I didn't. It should have been me..."She replied.
He stayed silent, and she took it as her cue to change the subject, "I'm glad we're going hunting again. Don't know if we'll find too much, but it's good to be out.".
"...Let's say we fin' yer parents. What're ya' gonna do. Since day one o' this shif, yer goals been ta' fin' 'em." Daryl said.
"...Well, you and the others are my family too. I...I don't know. From time to time I've thought about just me, you, and my mom and dad going to Atlanta and joining Guillermo's group. It just seemed...easier there. But I don't know...I don't wanna leave the others behind." She explained.
"Ya' know I'm always gonna have yer back, babygirl, right? Wherever you go, I'll go." He replied.
Smiling she nodded, "I know. That's why I'm not scared of ending up alone.".
She walked up to him and grabbed a piece of his hair, "Your hair is fucking long, greasy, and raunchy. Are you ever gonna wash it?" She asked.
Scoffing, he shooed her hand away, "Don' need to.".
"Oh, and I think you would be quite happy to know that Carol found a tape measure yesterday and did my height. I've grown two inches since the world went to shit! Not only that, the doctors always said I'm supposed to be 5'10 or 5'11. I know how tall you are.~" She chimed.
Groaning, he muttered, "Great. Yer gonna be taller than me.".
Giggling, she patted his back, "It's okay, dad.".
Stopping, she realized what she had just called him, and he turned to look back at her.
"I am so sorry. It's just...ever since the beginning...we've been by each other's side...and we've only gotten closer. Somedays...I don't see you as my friend. I see you as my dad." She explained.
Hugging her, he mumbled, "Babygirl, ya' don' gotta apologize for that. If ya' wanna call me dad, that's fine. I basically think o' you as my daughter, so were kinda on the same page here.".
She nodded, "Alright. Oh, hey, look. What about that cabin? Might have some good shit." She suggested, pointing over his shoulder.
He turned around and saw a small wooden cabin, "Worth a shot.".
The two walked up to it and he knocked on the door, and when the two heard nothing, stepped inside.
"Holy shit...look at all that alcohol." She said, pointing to a table.
On it's surface, there were an array of alcohol bottles accompanied by shot and wine glasses.
"Is alcohol even good?" She asked him, picking up a glass that was a fourth full with wine.
"I mean...yeah. Well...ta' me it is..." He mumbled.
She drank the rest of the contents of the glass before setting it back down on the table, "Sorry, it's just...my mom always let me have a sip of her's when we went out to eat...so...I kinda wanted to keep her tradition alive.".
Chuckling, he replied, "That was a little more than a sip.".
Scoffing, she replied, "I aced my math testd; I know what a fourth looks like.".
"Okay miss honor's society; sorry ta' rain on yer parade." He rolled his eyes.
Suddenly, his radio crackled to life as Taylor rummaged through the kitchen cabinet's.
"Daryl, you there?" They heard Carol ask.
He pulled his radio out, "I'm here. What's goin' on?".
"Rick, Michonne, Glenn, Jordyn, and Noah are back. Tyreese is dead, Noah's neighborhood was a bust." Carol replied.
"Shit, alri'. Me an' Taylor are headin' back now". Daryl said before putting his radio away, "C'mon, we need to get back.".
"...Alright..." Taylor sighed, following Daryl out of the door.
