Future Ghosts • TWD

102. Trouble.

"You're back," Rosie said, a small smile appearing on her face as Daryl shut off his motorcycle. It'd been a few days since Rick and the others had left Alexandria. Rosie didn't like not knowing where they were or if they needed help. It made her stomach hurt. "That took forever," she complained.

"Yeah, ain't gonna be here for long, neither," Daryl said as he started heading off towards the houses of Alexandria, ruffling Rosie's hair as he passed by her.

Rosie's eyebrows furrowed and she followed along behind him. "What? Why?" she asked.

"Got more shit to do," Daryl said, as if it were obvious. Rosie huffed out a sigh. It was boring here with almost everyone gone. She spent most of her time with Carl. She tried hanging out with Ian once or twice, but he didn't want to talk, and then he went to stay at the Hilltop with Maggie, instead. He's just having a hard time, Rosie would have to remind herself. He's not mad at you. Still, it sucked not being able to hang out with her best friend. She hadn't been hanging out with Liam, either, because she didn't particularly like Liam, especially when Ian wasn't there. So, she'd just been sticking with Carl. He didn't seem to mind, luckily. "Hey, I don't want you goin' to the Hilltop no more. Even if someone else's goin' with you," Daryl suddenly said.

"Why?" Rosie asked, confused. She liked seeing Maggie, Enid, Aaron, Ian, and Jesus, and they all stayed at the Hilltop. What was wrong with the Hilltop? Were they ok?

"Jesus is keepin' Saviors there. Maggie says she don't trust 'em. Said it's best they don't see you," Daryl explained.

Tilting her head back in complaint, Rosie groaned. "Why do they all gotta know me? And how come they're all shitty enough to tell Coach Sm- to tell Negan? Some of 'em gotta be ok. Right?" Rosie asked, raising her eyebrows. They couldn't all be that bad, right? Eugene was one of them now, and he used to be good. And Laura was somewhat nice, and now Dwight was helping them, too.

"Don't know. Least Morales didn't rat ya out," Daryl said, as if it were a normal thing to say. Rosie was beyond confused. Morales who? Morales from Atlanta? She hurried her steps until she was close enough behind Daryl to tug on the fabric of his shirt. Daryl turned to her and Rosie raised her eyebrows dramatically, as if to say, What the hell are ya talkin' about? Daryl scoffed out a laugh at her expression. "Morales was with 'em. Said he knew Negan was lookin' for ya, but he didn't tell him nothin'."

"Really?" Rosie asked, her eyes wide with disbelief. How did Morales end up with the Saviors? In Virginia? That had to be one hell of a coincidence. But Morales proved her point. Some Saviors had to be good. "Where's he now? Are his kids there, too?" Rosie asked. She couldn't remember the kids' names, because she never really talked to them, but looking back, they seemed nice.

"Doesn't matter. You seen Tara?" Daryl asked, continuing on walking. Rosie continued, too.

"Well, is he ok? What about-?"

"It doesn't matter, Rosie. Where's Tara?" Daryl asked again. Rosie wanted to push further, but she didn't, because Daryl already seemed annoyed and stressed, and she didn't want him to get mad at her.

"I don't know," Rosie said, fighting the urge to add the name asshole at the end of her sentence. Daryl huffed out a sigh and went off to find Tara. Rosie rolled her eyes at him behind his back and decided she'd just go find Carl again. She found him at home, eating some can of the soup. Rosie sat down at the table with him, bored. That is, until the can of soup reminded her of the cans they left out for the stranger. "Hey, Carl?" she said.

"Yeah?" Carl asked, throwing away the empty can. He tossed the spoon in the sink.

"When're we gonna go see if that guy took the food?" Rosie asked, raising her eyebrows a bit.