Rosie wouldn't talk on the car ride back to the prison. She wouldn't talk when they got back either. She didn't even talk to Carol when she found out she was still alive, she just hugged her once then went up to her cell. She changed into the only other set of pants she had and put on a blue, long-sleeved shirt that was from the set that Maggie had given her back at the farm. The dress was thrown over the back of the chair in front of the desk in cell.

The absence of her father's belt around her waist made it so her pants barely stayed up, but she figured she could just find a shoelace somewhere and use that. It wasn't a priority just yet. Nothing seemed like it mattered that much anymore. The Governor was coming and Daryl was gone.

She hated Daryl for leaving. She didn't care if it was because of Merle. She hated him. He left her for someone who hurt her, who hurt Glenn. She hated him for leaving, but she missed him so much.

Maggie kept coming up into her cell to check on her, but Rosie wouldn't talk to her. Hershel had come up once, too, but not even his kind, gentle words would make her respond. Carl had gone up once to ask if she wanted to play a game, but she just shook her head.

Rick was angry, but nowhere near as angry as Glenn was. Glenn wanted the Governor dead for what he did to Maggie and Rosie. He didn't know exactly what the Governor did to them, but he got the gist of it. And he hated every bone in the man's body for it. Just the thought of it made him feel some sort of overarching rage that he had never felt before. Rosie's silence only made him angrier- not at her, but at the Governor.

Rosie didn't take that into consideration. She just didn't feel like talking, so she didn't. She hid in her cell instead.

As Rosie was laying on the top bunk in her cell, staring at the wall, she could hear Carol and Beth talking outside.

"You've got a knack for that," Carol was saying as she hung clothes out to dry on the railings.

"Just trying to do my part," Beth replied. Rosie couldn't see what she was talking about, but she guessed that it was the baby because Beth was always with the baby.

"Sophia used to wake up the neighbors. 3:00 AM. Like clockwork. Ed stayed at friend's most nights till she calmed down," Carol said. Rosie had forgotten about Ed. The only thing she knew about him was that he was scary, much like her own father.

"I always wanted a child," Beth said, which confirmed Rosie's suspicions of them talking about the baby. Neither of them said anything for a moment. "She wouldn't have made it if Daryl hadn't been here. He couldn't stand to lose anyone else, thinkin' Rosie was dead."

"Sounds like him," Carol responded.

"I don't see why he had to leave," Beth said. "I just can't believe he'd do that to us- to Rosie. I thought he was her dad, at first. Back at the farm." Rosie furrowed her eyebrows, wrapping her arms around her stomach. "Plus, Merle sounds like a jerk."

"Men like Merle get into your head. Make you feel like you deserve the abuse," Carol said. It reminded Rosie of what Daryl had told her about her dad. That he was an asshole for hurting her, even though he made it seem like she deserved it. But now Merle had hit her and Daryl left with him anyway, so Rosie wasn't so sure Daryl meant what he said. Maybe he was just trying to make her feel better about him being dead.

"Even for Daryl?" Beth asked.

Carol let out an audible sigh. "I'm hardly the woman I was a year ago, but if Ed walked through that door right now, breathing, and told me to go with him, I'd like to think I'd tell him to go to hell."

Rosie wondered what she would do if she ever saw her dad again. Her first thought was that she would stay with Daryl instead of going with her dad, but Daryl wasn't there anymore, so she figured she'd go with her dad now anyway.

"You would," Beth said.

"It doesn't matter," Carol replied. Rosie could hear her moving around some.

"We're weak without him," Beth pointed out.

"We'll get through this, too. Tyreese and his friends seem capable," Carol said.

Tyreese? Who is Tyreese? Rosie wondered.

"I'm pissed at him for leaving," Beth said. Rosie had been wondering if everyone else was as mad as she was. She felt a little better knowing that someone else was feeling the same way she was. "And I'm worried about Rosie."

"Don't be. Daryl has his code. This world needs men like that. And Rosie will come around. She did after her father died, she will again."

With that, the baby started crying, and Rosie felt like she was going to, too. But she didn't. She bit down onto her lip and stopped listening, not wanting to hear anymore. She just felt angry.

•

That night, Rosie fell asleep on top of her blanket. She'd been silently listening to whatever conversations she could hear all day long.

At one point, while she was up in her cell, Rosie could hear Rick yelling loudly at someone. She was inclined to go and see what was going on, but she decided not to. She didn't want to face everyone. Not yet, at least. Being in a room full of their people- their family- without Daryl, would just make his absence even more prominent. It made T-Dog's absence more prominent. Lori's absence, too. And it was tearing Rosie apart inside.

Part of her wanted to get up and act like everything was normal, just to prove that Daryl didn't matter to her. That she could do it on her own. But every time she tried to pull herself off of that bed, she felt a pain in her chest. There was an emptiness in her throat. It felt like she needed to cry, but she was all out of tears. She felt so frustrated.

It hurt. What he did. It did. But she didn't want it to.

Rosie hated Daryl.

But she still fell asleep with the ankylosaurus he had found for her clutched tightly in her left hand, and her velociraptor in her right hand.

Maggie had brought herself up to Rosie's cell far after the sun went down. She wanted to check on her again, to see if she was still awake, to try and talk to her again if she was.

When she peaked into her cell, she could make out Rosie's small form on the top bunk. In the dark, she couldn't quite tell if she awake or asleep.

"Rosie?" Maggie whispered into the dark cell. She waited for a moment, but got no response. She walked further into the cell and could see Rosie's dinosaur toys in her hands, and it made her heart hurt. The thought of what they knew Rosie had been through hurt her heart, but the thought of what Rosie wouldn't tell them she had been through hurt her heart even more.

Maggie didn't know much about Rosie's father. She'd heard from Glenn that he was an asshole, but she didn't know what he meant by that. Seeing the burns on Rosie's collarbones and hearing about the marks on her back told her more, though. Rosie had been through more than she thought she had and it hurt Maggie to know.

Knowing how Rosie's father was only made Maggie realize just how much of a loss Daryl was to Rosie. That day, when Maggie rode in on that horse to find Carol, when she saw Daryl carrying Rosie close to his chest, she thought that Rosie was his daughter. What she came to find out, though, was that she wasn't his daughter, but she was his kid. He took care of her. She wasn't his daughter, but she was his kid. He meant something Rosie and Rosie meant something to him.

Daryl's absence was going to be hard for the girl. Harder than any loss she'd dealt with before. And Maggie wanted to help her. She wanted to at least try.

So she did what she remembered her own mother doing for her. She stepped closer and tucked Rosie's hair out of her face. Her heart ached at the expression on Rosie's sleeping face. Her eyebrows were furrowed and she had a slight frown. Maggie gently and carefully pulled the blanket out from beneath Rosie and draped it over her body before leaving the cell.

•

The next morning, after careful consideration, Rosie decided that she would leave her cell. Silently, she stepped out of the cell and tried not to look at the mattress on the perch, which once belonged to Daryl. As she walked down the steep, metal stairs, she pretended that she couldn't see everyone staring up at her. She avoided all of their eyes and sat down at the table, holding her head in her arms.

"Hey, Rosie," Maggie said softly, putting her hand on Rosie's shoulder as she walked past. Rosie was quick to shrug it off. "You want some breakfast?"

Rosie shrugged, but she really was hungry, so she was relieved when Maggie placed down a bowl of dry cereal in front of her. As she sluggishly ate her cereal, Rosie glanced over across the table to where Glenn and Carl were crouched down on the floor. They were drawing on the cement with chalk. Upon closer look, Rosie could see that it was a map.

"Right. Now, you said you found Tyreese's group here?" Glenn asked, looking to Carl for an answer. There was that name again. Tyreese. Who was it?

"Yeah," Carl replied.

"We secured this."

Carl pointed across to a different part on the map. "He thought he came through here," he said.

Glenn sighed, looking down at where Carl pointed. "Means that there's another breach. Ok," he mumbled out, trying to think of a plan. "The whole front of the prison is unsecure. If walkers just strolled in, then it's gonna be cake for a group of armed men."

Oh, Rosie thought, great. They're still talking about Woodbury.

"Why are we even so sure he's going to attack?" Beth asked, crossing her arms like Maggie often did. "Maybe you scared him off."

"He had fish tanks full of heads," the woman with the sword said. She was leaning against a wall a few feet away. Rosie still didn't know her name, and she didn't know why she was there. "Walkers and humans. Trophies. He's coming."

"We should hit him now," Glenn said.

"What?"

"He won't be expecting it. We'll sneak back in and put a bullet in his head," Glenn spat, his tone tense and angry.

"We're not assassins," Carol disagreed.

Glenn stood up and walked over to the woman with the sword, ignoring Carol's words. "You know where his apartment is. You and I could end this tonight. I'll do it myself," Glenn said. Rosie had never seen him like this before; so set on having someone dead.

"He didn't know you were coming last time and look what happened," Hershel said, glancing over to Maggie and Rosie. "You were almost killed. Daryl was captured. You and Maggie were almost executed. And who knows what he was going to do with Rosie."

"You can't stop me," Glenn said, his voice quiet but serious as he walked towards Hershel.

"Rick would never allow this," Hershel pointed out. It wasn't until then that Rosie noticed Rick's absence. She couldn't help but notice Oscar's absence as well.

"You really think he's in any position to make that choice?" Glenn asked.

What does that mean? Rosie wondered. Rick seemed just fine yesterday. Maybe it had to do with whatever he was yelling about.

"Think this through clearly. T-Dog lost his life here. Lori, too. The men that were here. It isn't worth any more killing," Hershel said, trying to look into Glenn's eyes, despite how hard Glenn was trying not to look in his. "What are we waiting for? If he's really on his way, we should be out of here by now."

"And go where?"

"We lived on the road all winter."

"Back when you had two legs and we didn't have a baby crying for walkers every four hours," Glenn spat.

"We can't stay here."

"We can't run," Glenn said. Rosie watched with confusion as Maggie quickly left the room, obviously not ok with what was going on with Glenn. "Alright. We'll stay put. We're gonna defend this place. We're making a stand."

Rosie didn't necessarily disagree with what Glenn was saying. She didn't want to go back out on the road. It was safer in the prison, she knew that now. She had wanted to go in that run so badly, just to get out of the prison, and look where that got her. Glenn, Maggie, and her were kidnapped and almost killed, and now Daryl was gone. All from leaving the prison once. It all went by so fast. It made her feel sick to her stomach every time she thought about it.

"Carl, you and I will go down to the tombs. We need to figure out where the breach is."

"Got it."

"You'll need some help," the woman said.

"No. In case anything happens, I need you out here," Glenn said. He stopped and looked around the room, not saying anything for a moment. It made Rosie nervous. "Who's on watch?" he snapped, his voice loud. No one said anything, Rosie shrinking down into her seat. "Damn it," Glenn muttered to himself. He stood up and started towards the door, glancing at Rosie as he passed by her. "Rosie, come with me," he said.

Rosie froze for a moment, anxiety twisting in her stomach. She hoped he wasn't the reason he was so mad. After a second or two, she got out of her seat and silently started following Glenn.

"You have a gun?" Glenn asked, slowing up a bit to walk next to her. Rosie shook her head. Glenn sighed and took his own gun from his holster, placing it in Rosie's hands as they approached the guard tower. "I'll get a different one. I need you on watch right now. Can you do that?" he asked, holding the door to the guard tower open for her. Rosie nodded as she checked to see how many bullets were in the gun. "Ok, good. You see anything that looks weird- anything at all- you come and get me. Ok?" Glenn said quickly. Rosie nodded again, about to run up the stairs, but Glenn stopped her. "Hey," he said, putting his hand on her shoulder for a moment, "you ok?"

"Fine," Rosie said, nodding again. She didn't really feel fine, she felt angry and sad, but that didn't matter. She had a job to do now.

Glenn sighed, looking at her for another moment. "Ok," he finally said and left Rosie to the guard tower to keep watch.