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          "𝐂𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐘, honey, get out of of the tree! I don't want you getting hurt!" Lori shouted to her daughter who was sitting up on a tree branch.

"Why? Daddy let me climb trees!" She stated, Lori sighed, running her fingers through her brown hair.

That was the excuse Casey had been using. Daddy let me do this, Daddy let me do that. Lori didn't want to think about what Rick let her do and didn't allow her to do. She didn't like how she would bring that up as an excuse, mainly because she didn't want to bring up Rick.

Then she'd sweep whatever Casey was doing under the rug, or she'd just get even more stern if she'd hurt herself. Lori walked over to the tree she was in, looking up at her.

Casey's hair was down for once, but two pieces were pinned back. She'd washed her hair the night before, so, it was slightly frizzy but clean. Lori also put a bow in for her own personal happiness. She loved having a daughter to put bows in, even if it ended up being taken out by the end of the day...Sometimes she thought putting a bow in Carl's hair would be better because of how Casey would immediately take it out of a bow...

She was sitting up there with her shark, her legs dangling off the branch as she sat there. "Let's go," Lori stood her ground, Casey looked down at her, shaking her head.

"Why?"

"If you fall out you'll break a bone." Casey rolled her eyes, letting out a loud, over-dramatic sigh. She slowly climbed out, and Lori put her hand on Casey's head, smoothing out her hair.

"What's with this attitude?" Lori asked, walking back over to the middle of camp to finish up laundry.

"I'm eight years old now, mom. I can roll my eyes if I want." She sassed, her mother raised an eyebrow at her daughter.

"Not under my roof." At this point the two were joking around, Casey knew that by the smile on Lori's face.

"What roof?" Casey retorted, Lori laughed at her daughter.

"Not under my tent then, I'll leave you outside with the wolves." She kissed the top of her head, and Casey just stood there as she started to do the laundry again.

That was until the C.B. was heard. Her head turned over, and how quickly it did you could've sworn she got whiplash. "Hello? Can anyone hear my voice?"

That voice.

Casey knew that voice, of course, she did. She worried about forgetting her father's voice, and what he looked like...but by how she immediately knew who it was, the worry suddenly escaped.

With Walter in her un-bandaged hand and her hair on her shoulders, she went sprinting to the C.B. Amy Harrison was already there, the walkie-talkie to her mouth.

"Yes, I can hear you-you're coming through. Over." She said, a smile growing on her face.

"Mom!" Casey yelled, jumping up and down. "It was daddy! It was Daddy! I heard him, I swear!" Lori went slightly pale, seeing her daughter with that type of excitement over a dead man. Rick Grimes was gone, he was dead. There was no way he could just magically come back.

Though the voice was patchy still, Casey could still hear the southern drawl of her father. Then it went to nothing. Amy tried to answer, but, nothing was working. They couldn't get the guy on the other end back..."We're just outside the city...damn it." She whispered, getting nothing but glitches from the radio. "Hello? Hello?" Dead silent.

Casey took the radio and started saying his name. "Daddy! It's Casey! It's Casey!" Lori ran over, shaking her head. She was now worried, worried for her daughter. The anxiety was flooding through her like a hurricane. Her hand went on Casey's shoulder as she tried to get him back on.