VIVIAN LEANED AGAINST THE DOORWAY, HER GAZE UPON THE ELDEST GREENE SISTER AND PATRICIA AS THEY CARED FOR BETH,

"How is she?"

"Dehydrated." Patricia answered, patting Beth's arm, "I'll set up an IV. Best I can do without Hershel."

She left the room and Maggie crawled on the bed, taking her sister's hand. Vivian took another step into the room, "Can I get you anything?"

Maggie shook her head, "Nah, I just wish my dad was here."

Vivian nodded, "I came to let you know we're going out there to find your dad and the others."

"Thank you." Maggie whispered, "Bring them all back... please."

"I will."

Vivian grabbed her weapons and made sure they were secured before giving Liam one last kiss and handing him off to Lori. She didn't want to separate from him, but they needed to get them back.

T-Dog and Shane were standing by the Hyundai, and Vivian met up with them. In the distance, she spotted Daryl walking over to them,

"Glad you could join us." She smirked at him,

They turned in time to see a red truck approaching the farm. It was Hershel's truck. Vivian spotted Hershel and Rick in the front and she let out a relieved sigh as the group began to jog towards the truck, which was now parked by the house.

Rick was the first to get out, and Carl ran to him. Lori handed Liam off to Vivian before wrapping her arms around her husband.

Vivian's eyes turned to the back door as Marcie got out, cuts covering her face. Carl ran over to her and wrapped his arms around her waist, "Thank you for bringing him back." The younger Grimes told her.

She gave him a small nod and she walked off towards the tents with a small limp.

"Patricia, prepare the tent for surgery." Hershel ordered as he walked towards the house,

Vivian adjusted Liam in her arms as she glanced at the four who came back. None of them looked too injured, so who was getting the surgery?

"Who the hell is that?" T-Dog asked, pointed towards the truck.

Vivian turned as squinted, seeing some young man in the back, his eyes blindfolded.

"That's Randall." Glenn answered, 

Who the fuck was Randall?

Marcella sat in one of the chairs by the fire pit, lifting her leg onto her knee so she could get to her ankle. She hissed as she moved her sock down and rubbed her sore ankle,

"Wha' happen'?" Daryl asked as he approached,

"Like you give a shit." Marcie mumbled.

He stared at her for a moment. When Vivian told him that Marcie was out there, he wanted to drop everything and go out there, search for her just like she searched for Sophia and his brother.

Vivian was right. It was the least he could do.

But that wasn't him. He wasn't the guy who chased the girl. He was a loner, always was, always will be.

Daryl cleared his throat, "I do."

She lifted her head to look at him, "What?"

"I do give a shit." He bit at his nails nervously.

Marcie glanced over to see everyone heading into the house. She slid her boot back on, wincing as she tied the laces tight, and stood up. She reached her hand out towards him, "I know." 

She did know. He was hurt after what happened to Sophia and he was trying to push her away.

Daryl grabbed her hand and she led him towards the farm house.

The group gathered in the dining room, Vivian sat in a chair with Liam in her lap, giving him a snack to keep him preoccupied while Rick explained what happened in town,

"We couldn't just leave him behind. He would've bled out, if he lived that long." Rick explained,

"It's gotten bad in town." Glenn added,

"What do we do with him?" Andrea questioned,

Hershel walked in, wiping the blood from his hands before Rick could answer, "I repaired his calf muscle the best I can, but he'll probably have nerve damage. Won't be on his feet for at least a week."

"When he is, we give him a canteen, take him out to the main road, send him on his way." Rick added,

"Isn't that the same as leaving him for the walkers?"

"He'll at least have a fighting chance." 

The door opened and Vivian glanced over to see Marcie walking into the house, her hand gripping Daryl's. She gave the younger girl a smirk before turning her attention back to Rick,

"Just gonna let him go?" Shane asked, "He knows where we are."

"He was blindfolded the whole way here." Rick reasoned, "He's not a threat."

"Not a threat." Shane mocked, "How many of them were there? You killed three of their men, you took one of them hostage, but they just ain't gonna come looking?"

Marcie tensed, letting go of Daryl's hand. Rick didn't kill three, he killed two. And she killed the other one.

"They left him for dead. No one is looking." He argued,

"We should still post a guard." T-dog interrupted.

"He's out cold right now, will be for hours." Hershel added, 

"You know what? I'm gonna go get him candy and some flowers." Shane scoffed and began to walk towards the front door, "Look at this folks. We back in Fantasyland."

Hershel followed him, "You know, we haven't even dealt with what you did at my barn yet." Shane turned to face the old man, "Let me make this perfectly clear, once and for all, this is my farm. Now I wanted you gone. Rick talked me out of it, but I don't have to like it. So, do us both a favour... keep your mouth shut."

Shane stared at him for a moment, and Vivian knew he wanted to say something. But for the sake of everyone's ears, he sighed and walked out of the house, signalling the end of the meeting.

Rick approached Hershel as everyone stood from their chairs, "Look, we're not gonna do anything about it today. Let's just cool off."

Marcie approached Vivian as the older woman stood up, "How's Beth?"

"Not good." Vivian sighed, adjusting Liam in her arms, "But Hershel's here now. She should be okay."

Marcie nodded and turned to find Daryl, who had already left the house. Vivian reached for Marcie's wrist, "Hey," She turned back to her, "What happened out there?"

The brunette sighed, stuffing her hands in her back pockets, "It's not just the dead we have to be careful of anymore." She told Vivian before leaving the house.

As she walked down the steps of the farmhouse, Marcie wiped away the tears that ran down her cheeks. She began walking in the field, towards Daryl's camp. 

When she told Vivian that the living was just as dangerous as the dead, she didn't mean the men in town. Well, she mostly meant them. But she was dangerous, too. She didn't hesitate to shoot that man.

 Daryl was standing by the fire he had started, "Brought yer bag for ya." He paused when he spotted her tears, "Wha's wrong?"

"I didn't want to be right. About Sophia." Marcie sobbed, "I really didn't. I'm sorry."

That wasn't the only thing she was sorry about. She was sorry for killing that man. For ending a life, which was so precious these days.

He was someone's brother... someone's friend. Someone's child. He could've had a child of his own, a wife... and she ended that. She destroyed a family.

"I'm so sorry."

Daryl walked up to her and cupped her face. He wiped away her tears before he brought her lips to his.