Blake looked to Bailey as everything ensued, and when Bailey said something about the photo, she sighed. All Blake needed was around her neck. Dog tags from her closest friend, her only friend really. Bailey was her sister, but the friendship she had with Zeke was one no one understood. He had been the first one she saw turn, the first one she killed, and the one whose knife she was using. She had gone cold for the most part after that, but recently she began warming up again.

When Rick said to leave the picture, Blake shook her head. They were talking, and Blake headed back, before most noticed because of the Bailey and Rick affair. She knelt down just by the back door of the shack and picked up the photo, shoving it in her pocket before she felt clammy hands grab her arm. She barely flinched as she stabbed the creature between the eyes and headed back. 

She walked over to Bailey and placed the picture in her hands. "It's not gone. Just hold onto it a little better." She said, placing a kiss to the top of her sister's head. Then she turned to the others. They were going to take them in for now. "I guess this is it, we're joining you? No questions or concerns?"

-

Daryl hated this. More people meant more man power, sure, but it also meant more liabilities. More mouths to feed. More a lot of stuff, and he wasn't sure he was ready for that after Woodbury.

He sighed, watching everything go down, but Blake slipped away, and he followed her, but at andistance. He watched her effortlessly take out a walker. Perhaps they did know what thwy were Doing. He headed back before she noticed him and when Blake spoke, he looked to her.

"We have plenty of them. Obviously, if you two have stayed alive this long alone, you two have something worth gaining." He said before the introductions went around, and Daryl looked to them. "So, which way were you going?"

"Heading west, perhaps north later." She said. 

Daryl nodded. "Rick, what now?"