When Rick arrived at the gates of the Hilltop, he told Daryl, Maggie, and Jesus about a new community. Tara had found a community of women hidden away. She wasn't supposed to tell anyone about them, but the thing was that they had guns, and what Rick really needed was guns. They were going to this new community and they were going to try to convince them to fight. If they said no, then Rick and the rest of his people were going to take their guns by force.

Maggie decided that she was going to stay back at the Hilltop, which was probably best for her baby. Daryl and Jesus were going along, and after a little bit of convincing, Rosie was, too. All it really took was, But you're goin'. I wanna go with you. I'm scared a' bein' here without you. If he would've said no, then Rosie would've just dealt with being here without him, because, yes, she was scared, but not that scared, especially with Maggie being there. Rosie just wanted to go with them because, one, she could help, and two, every second she spent at the Hilltop felt like she was just waiting to be found. But, the biggest reason she wanted to go with them was that they'd be going back to Alexandria afterward. She really wanted to say hi to Judith.

The new community turned out to be called Oceanside. It was an eventful trip- there was lots of arguing and Tara almost died- but Rosie wasn't really allowed to do anything. She was told that she could help carry boxes, but when it came to the fighting, she had to stay out of the way. It was frustrating. The adults always did this after something bad happened to her. They would forget- or maybe just ignore- the fact that she could fight, too. Just because they wanted to keep her out of harm's way. Rosie understood, but it was still annoying. She didn't like being treated like a baby. It made her feel like she was just in the way- another mouth to feed, another person to keep alive- when in reality, she could help feed those mouths and keep those people alive.

Anyway, it was concluded that Sasha and Rosita disappeared because they went off to kill Negan by themselves. No one else really approved of that plan, but they went anyway because they didn't care. That's why it was such a surprise to roll up to the gates of Alexandria to see Rosita standing on the other side. Without Sasha.

When the vehicles were all parked, they all rushed out, towards Rosita. "Hey, are you ok?" Enid asked, worried.

"Where's Sasha?" Jesus asked.

Rosita didn't answer, but the look on her face said it all. Something was wrong. Rosie's stomach churned with anxiety. Rosita sighed, then nodded back to Alexandria. "There's someone here," she said before walking off. That only made Rosie's anxiety worsen.

They all followed Rosita through Alexandria until she led them to the cell that Morgan had built. That wasn't a good sign. Whoever it was, they were bad enough to be kept in a cell rather than trusted to be there without ill intent. The cell door creaked open, and Rosie peaked out from behind Michonne to try and see who it was inside. When the person stepped closer, into the light, she panicked. That asshole, Dwight. While Daryl lurched forward, trying to attack the newcomer, Rosie clung to the back of Michonne's shirt in an attempt to hide herself from the man. However, Michonne went to help Rick stop Daryl from killing Dwight, which Rosie didn't like because he definitely deserved to die. As Rick and Michonne finally got Daryl to calm down, Rosie pressed herself back up against the wall, out of Dwight's sight. Maybe he didn't see her.

"He says he wants to help us," Rosita said. That couldn't be true. He was going to tell Negan that he saw Rosie, and then she would be taken away again. That was what he would do because he was a horrible, horrible person and Rosie hated his guts.

But Rick didn't seem to care how much Daryl wanted to kill Dwight or how Rosie was hiding herself from him. Rick turned back to Dwight. "That true?" he asked, his eyebrows raised with skepticism. "You wanna help?"

"I do," Dwight said, nodding his head.

There was a long, deafening silence as Rick let go of Daryl and stepped closer to Dwight, staring at him- reading him. The others all gathered in the cell, but Rosie was quietly making her way away from the cell. She didn't care what Rick said or decided this time. She didn't trust Dwight. Not even if Rick trusted him.

"Ok. Get on your knees," was the last thing Rosie heard Rick say before she was out of that building.

Rosie walked as quickly as she could towards the house she was supposed to be living in. She wanted to get far away from Dwight, she wanted to see her home, and she wanted to see Judith. When she got to the house, it tore her apart to see that most things were gone. Almost all of the food, every single mattress, the couches, the TV. It was nighttime, and Rosie knew Judith was already asleep, but she wanted to go see her, anyway. So, she tiptoed to Judith's room and peeked inside. Judith was sound asleep, safe inside her crib. Rosie wanted to be able to hug her, but she didn't want to wake her up, so she quietly pulled the door shut and let Judith be.

After seeing Judith, Rosie made her way upstairs. She first went to her and Daryl's room. Both mattresses were gone, leaving only pillows and blankets. Rosie went to the nightstand next to Daryl's bed and pulled open the drawer. The cigarettes, bullets, and pocket knife were all gone. The shoelaces were still there. The photobook was gone. Rosie's face started to burn and she slammed the drawer shut.

After taking a deep breath, trying to keep herself calm, Rosie went over to the dresser that was next to her bed. She pulled open one of the drawers and took out a pair of pants, then socks and underwear. Next, she opened another drawer and took out her baseball jersey. She tossed it on the ground and left it there, taking out a plain black long-sleeved shirt instead. She brought her new pile of clothes with her to the bathroom.

At the sanctuary, she wasn't given any other clothes to wear. She probably would've been able to pick out her own if she would've just cooperated, but she refused, so she was still wearing almost all of the same clothes as she had been wearing the night they knelt in the dirt. The only change of clothes she had was the dinosaur t-shirt that was packed into her bag. She didn't get to shower at the Sanctuary, but she was able to wash her face in the sink. So, now that she was home, even if it was just for a little bit, she took a quick shower, rinsing herself off. Once that was done, she replaced her dirty clothes with the clean ones from her drawers, then slid on her cowboy boots, despite the hole and how uncomfortable they were.

When she was done cleaning off, she took another few deep breaths. She felt like crying again. She was scared. She should've just stayed at the Hilltop, like the adults all wanted. Now Dwight was here, and he probably saw her, and now Negan was going to come and take her away again. And those boots were so damn uncomfortable, and they were Fraser's, and they weren't going to fit anymore, and now she didn't have any shoes that fit, and the photos were gone, and Negan probably had them, and everything was so, so frustrating, and Rosie felt like she was going to explode into a million little pieces.

"Rosie?" Carl's voice said, with two knocks on the bathroom door. Rosie used her sleeve to make sure that her eyes were all dry, then opened the door. Carl was standing in the hall, his hands behind his back like he was hiding something. "You ok?" he asked. Rosie nodded, even though she felt frustrated and afraid. She just wanted to know what was behind his back. "Well, Enid wanted me to give these to you," Carl said, revealing a pair of old, blue Converse from behind his back. He gestured down to her cowboy boots. "Yours are messed up, and these don't fit her anymore, so she thought they might fit you."

Her frustration starting to melt away, Rosie's expression softened, and she took the shoes from Carl. "Oh," she said, a small, barely noticeable smile finding its way onto her face. "Thanks."

"Yeah," Carl said. He nodded down to her shoes. "Try them on. See if they fit."

After nodding, Rosie and Carl went down to the kitchen. They sat at the table while Rosie slid her old, red cowboy boots off and the new, blue Converse shoes on. They fit almost perfectly. They were only a little bit too big, but not too big to the point that they'd be falling off of her feet.

"I'm glad you're back," Carl said, giving Rosie's shoulder a little squeeze like Rick often did.

"Me too... but I prob'ly gotta go back to the Hilltop," Rosie said with a sigh as she began to tie her new shoes. "That guy- Dwight- he's one a' Negan's people. He's gonna tell him he saw me here, and then I'll have to hide again."

"Well, maybe you can stay at least until morning, so Judith can see you. She missed you a lot," Carl said, giving a reassuring smile. Rosie's eyebrows raised, as if to say, really? and Carl nodded. Just as Carl was about to elaborate, the front door swung open and in walked Rick and Daryl.

"Hey, Ro," Daryl said, coming up behind Rosie's chair. "C'mon. You're goin' back to Hilltop with Jesus."

Rosie's eyebrows furrowed as she turned back to look at him. "What about you? Dwight's here lookin' for you, too," she reminded him. If she had to go back to Hilltop, then so did he.

"Nah. That ain't what he's here for," Daryl said, shaking his head.

"What?" Rosie asked, confused.

"He's here to help. Negan's coming tomorrow. We're gonna fight," Rick explained. Dwight was there to help? That didn't sound right. Either way, though, if they were going to fight, Rosie could fight, too. She was just as capable of fighting as anyone else was, in her opinion.

"I can fight, too," Rosie told them.

Daryl shook his head. "This ain't up for debate, Rosie," he said.

All that frustration came flooding back to Rosie in a great, big tsunami wave, and a lump formed in her throat. She pressed her hands into her eyes, taking a deep breath. "It's my fault he's comin' here. He's lookin' for me. And you're all gonna get hurt fightin' him 'cause a' me, and you won't even let me help," she ranted, her hands still covering her eyes.

"Rosie, none of this is your fault," Rick said, his eyebrows furrowed with concern. Rosie didn't care what he had to say, because that wouldn't change what the truth was. The truth was that Rosie should've stayed in that cell, because if she was still in that cell, then Negan wouldn't be coming to Alexandria, and they wouldn't have to fight. Rick knelt down in front of Rosie's chair, but she still didn't bother uncovering her face to look at him. "We'd be fighting him whether or not you were here. We're fighting for everyone. For everything. It's not your fault," Rick tried to assure her.

Rosie let her hands fall from her face, now tugging on the seam of her jeans. "Then why can't I help?" she asked, her voice tense.

"Because you're eleven, Rosie. You're a kid," Rick said, as if it were obvious.

God, Rosie hated that argument. "So? I been usin' guns and stuff since I was-"

"When Carl was eleven he was spending his days playing outside with his friends. He was riding his bike and playing with his Hot Wheels cars," Rick said. Rosie's mouth snapped shut. She was confused. She didn't know what to say. Obviously, things would be different between Carl and Rosie. Carl was eleven before, and Rosie was eleven now. It wasn't going to be the same, so why was Rick bringing it up? "You deserve to have something like that, Rosie. You're not a soldier."

Once again, Rosie didn't know what to say. She wanted to help, but she wasn't a soldier. She wanted to help, but she was a kid. She wanted to help, but she was little, and that made her a target.

Daryl's hand went to her back, pushing her up and off of the chair. "C'mon. Upstairs," he said. Rosie shrugged his hand away and walked ahead of him. She went up the stairs and into her room, Daryl following behind. When they got inside, Rosie sat down on the floor, leaning her back against the wall with her arms crossed, while Daryl went to the closet. "Ian's gonna be there. Judith, Enid, Maggie- it ain't only you," he said as he pulled a bag down from one of the shelves in the closet. He went to Rosie's dresser and started stuffing clothes into the bag.

Rosie wouldn't let up. She was frustrated endlessly. She wished that she could just grow up, right then and there, in a matter of seconds, so that everyone would stop treating her like a kid. She was strong, too. She could fight, too. Her dad- David raised her to be tough. She could be tough. She could fight. If David were there, she'd be fighting. Rosie was sure of it.

After letting out a frustrated sigh, Daryl dropped the bag down next to Rosie. "You can be as pissed at me as you wanna be, Rosie. I ain't changin' my mind," he said, his tone harsh. Still, Rosie didn't say anything. She just rolled her eyes, which only fueled Daryl's anger. He always hated when she did that. He went back to the closet and pulled something out from beneath a pile of clothes, then went back to Rosie, crouching down to stuff the thing inside of the bag. "Rather have ya hate my guts than have ya dead, so tie your damn shoe and go to the car," he said.

Rolling her eyes once more, Rosie did as she was told and tied her other shoe. Once that was done, she begrudgingly stood up to her feet and picked up the duffel bag, slinging the strap over her shoulder. When she began walking towards the door, she felt Daryl reach for her back again, so she turned around and hit his arm away. "Fuck off," she spat. What she didn't know was that Daryl was just trying to finish zipping up the bag. Her aggression only pissed Daryl off even more. He grabbed her arm, and Rosie jumped a little- not because she was scared of him, but because she wasn't expecting it. He held onto her arm, making her look up at him with angry eyes.

"You need to quit it," Daryl told her. Rosie tore her arm away from him, glaring at him. He rolled his eyes, shaking his head and trying to control his own anger. "You're pissed we ain't treatin' you like an adult. I get it. But that don't mean ya get to talk to me like that, and it don't mean ya get to hit me. Rick's right. You're a kid. Ya ain't a soldier. Stop thinkin' 'bout yourself like ya are."

Rosie looked away, staring angrily down the opposite way from where Daryl was standing. She hated when no one understood, and she hated when Daryl was mad at her, and she really, really hated that she couldn't help stop Negan. She just hated Negan. And now those pictures were missing, and Negan probably had them. He probably took them. They were gone. He was the only one who would want to take them.

"Stop tryin' to fight me on this. Makes me feel like shit for makin' the right decision," Daryl said. Rosie kept looking away, not wanting to make any sort of eye contact. She was just mad. Maybe it was misdirected anger- she didn't know. She was just angry. "Look at me when I'm talkin' to you," Daryl said sternly. Rosie bit down hard on her lip and looked back at him, glaring. "Negan's comin'. He sees you, he'll take you. We ain't lettin' that happen again."

"What about you?" Rosie asked harshly.

"What about me?" Daryl asked back.

"He'll take you, too," Rosie told him, as if it were obvious.

"No, he won't. Won't let him."

"Well, I ain't gonna let him take me neither," Rosie reasoned, crossing her arms again.

"Rosie, you're not understandin' to me. Takin' a grown-ass man's a lot harder than takin' a little girl. All it takes is one second. One second for someone to grab you and take you away. Then you're stuck in that cell again and I ain't there to help ya," Daryl said, frustrated. He just wanted her to understand that he wasn't doing this to make her mad.

"I'm sick a' this," Rose grumbled, looking down at her shoes, now.

"Sick a' what?" Daryl asked, expecting another angry, annoyed answer out of her.

"Everythin'. Sick a bein' little, sick a' bein' weak, sick a' losin' people, sick a' Coach Smith bein' Negan, sick a' hurtin',  sick a' everyone hurtin'," Rosie listed off. She could go on and on about all of the things she was sick of. She just wanted everyone to be safe. She wanted Negan to stop. She wanted so much, but it all seemed impossible.

"Well, I'm sick a' seein' you hurt. I'm sick a' you havin' to be scared all the time. I just want you to be safe, and that's why I'm makin' ya go to the Hilltop. I'm sorry you don't like it, but it's how it's gotta be. A'right?" Daryl asked, raising his eyebrows a little.

Rosie huffed and tilted her head back, but gave in. "Fine," she said.

"Good. Go get in the car," Daryl said, fighting the urge to put his hand on her back and push her in the right direction, because he knew that if he had done that, she might've just freaked out.

Although reluctantly, Rosie made her way down the stairs and out to the car that Jesus was waiting in with Enid. Judith was already set up in a car seat in the back seat, and she was totally passed out. So, Rosie slid in next to her quietly, glad that Judith was coming along, too. Rosie really wanted to wake her up and say hi, but she figured she better let her sleep. When she sat down, Rosie slid her duffel bag off of her shoulder and held it in front of her. When she did, she felt that one part of it was hard, unlike clothing. So, she unzipped the bag and dug around until she found the item. Lo and behold, it was the photo album of her and Fraser. Rosie smiled a little and began flipping through the pages as Jesus started up the car.

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I know you're probably gonna be disappointed that Rosie's not gonna be there for Negan's initial attack on Alexandria where Shiva shows up and everything, but I just feel like it would be incredibly unrealistic to make Daryl and Rick allow her to be there after everything that happened so yeah

ALSO 100 CHAPTERS!!!