Future Ghosts • TWD

27. That's Randall.

"Rosie!" Dale called out. Rosie turned her head to look at him. He was standing maybe 20 feet away. "We're having dinner. Come join us," he said. Rosie went over to him and they walked the rest of the way to the house side by side.

When they got inside, Carl smiled at the sight of Rosie. "Sit by me," he said, tapping the spot on the table next to him with his hand. Rosie sat down where he said and looked down at the table. Nothing was on her plate just yet, but there was water in the glass in front of her, so she took a few sips.

"Carl," Shane suddenly said, making Carl look over at him. "I want you to keep your head up, ok? Your old man, he's the toughest son of a-"

"No cussing in the house," Patricia interrupted, giving Shane an annoyed look.

"Sorry," Shane said, an amused look on his face.

Carol started walking over to the guest bedroom. "Lori, dinner," she said, looking over.

Maggie turned to look at Carol. "She's not in there," she said.

"Where is she?" Dale asked, furrowing his eyebrows. The room went silent, everyone giving each other uneasy looks.

Rosie's eyebrows raised. "She's lookin' for Rick," she said, thinking everyone else already knew that.

"She went after him?" Dale asked, his eyes wide with worry.

"Saw her take the car," Rosie said, shrugging.

"And you didn't tell anyone?" Andrea asked, annoyed. Rosie didn't say anything else for fear of getting in trouble. Everyone already seemed mad at her for not saying anything, and she didn't want to make it worse. She didn't even know that they didn't know Lori left.

Shane got up out of his seat. "Nobody panic. She's gonna be around here somewhere," he said. Everyone got up with him.

I just told you she's not here, Rosie fought against saying. She got up and left the house, assuming that whatever dinner they were planning on serving was forgotten about. Wanting to avoid any of the people who were now angry at her, Rosie decided that she'd just go to Daryl's tent and either read or color.

When she got to the camp area where the tents were, Rosie saw that Daryl's tent was not in the same place it was in before. She furrowed her eyebrows, spinning around in a circle, just in case she missed it.

Where'd it go?

"Rosie?" a female voice said. Turning towards the voice, Rosie saw that it was Carol. "Do you know where Daryl is?" she asked.

Rosie shook her head. "Tent's gone," she said, gesturing to the empty space where Daryl's tent used to be.

Carol sighed and looked around like Rosie had a moment ago. "Come with me. We'll find him, ok?" Carol said. Hesitantly, Rosie nodded and started following a few steps behind Carol. She hadn't spoken to Carol much since Sophia in the hallway. Part of her was nervous that Carol was mad at her for putting Sophia down like that, but the other part of her reminded herself of what Rick said.

No one is mad at you. You did what you had to do.

So Rosie pushed her worries out of her head and pretended like nothing had happened with Carol at all. As they walked through the grass, she kept reminding herself that Carol wasn't mad.

"Look," Carol said, pointing out a small fire in the distance, near the tree line. Rosie furrowed her eyebrows. What's he doing out there?

Rosie and Carol walked the rest of the way towards Daryl. He was poking at the fire with a big stick and his tent was set up a few feet away. He looked up when he heard them coming, glancing at Carol, and then at Rosie. He looked back down at the fire.