{ @lightcoded closed, plotted starter}
The prison was their fortress, a safe haven that kept him and his group securely protected from the threats of the outside world - both dead and alive. The small group that they had residing inside of the prison was one that was close and tight knit, and more than hesitant to let anyone else inside. They had learned that they couldn’t trust others, that the only people that they could tend to trust were each other. Each person had a role in their group, and there was no need to try and recruit others from coming in. Their were content in the walls of their safe haven, alone together.
Which is why whenever this woman approached the facility pleading to be let in a way from the wall of walkers that wandered after her, they were all hesitant to allow it. Rick had made the final call to allow the woman inside, saying they couldn’t go on with clean consciences if she would have died on their grounds. They could lock her in a cell until they knew that she wasn’t a threat, and then decide where to go from there.
Which is how they ended up here, with Daryl pacing outside of the gated room that she was now confound to, occasionally exchanging glances with her. He wasn’t one to talk much, but figured that they would have to end up having conversation, they would have to see what this woman was about if they were going to determine if they were going to keep her around (if she even wanted that), or send her on her way.
“Y’said you were out there lookin’ for your sons?” He questioned when he finally spoke up, the statement having been the woman’s own reasoning when she was initially asked what the hell she was doing out there alone. “How long’ve they been gone?”