Juliana had taken notice of the name on the keychain as the four of them made their way back to where Daryl had parked the truck. She shrugged her shoulder, shifting the strap up that held her weapon as she motioned to the keychain that was dangling off of Denise's pointer finger.

"Dennis?" she questioned casually, getting a strange look from Denise as it took a moment or two to register what Juliana was motioning at.

"Oh!" she held up her hand, "Dennis; my brother."

"Dennis and Denise, huh?" She grinned at Denise, who blushed slightly at Juliana's playfully.

"So, was he younger or older?" Daryl inquired as he sauntered next to Juliana, peering over ever so slightly so he was able to catch Denise's eye.

"Older. By six minutes. My parents came up with the Dennis/Denise thing on one of their benders. Hilarious, right?" Denise's comment about her parent's benders struck a chord with Juliana, who knew how much a bender could fuck you up. Daryl and Beth were the only ones who knew about her past struggle with alcoholism, and catching the look on Daryl's face, Juliana knew he had caught the same comment as well.

Denise continued on with her story, "Nothing scared him. He was brave. He was angry, too." Daryl and Juliana were silent as they continued on down the road. Juliana glanced periodically at Daryl; his lips were in a thin, tight line, eyes straight ahead. She knew he was listening. "It's kind of a dangerous combination."

Daryl drew in a sharp breath, "Sounds like we had the same brother."

Reaching out, Juliana slipped her hand into his. She only wanted to offer him a quick, comforting squeeze, but just before she was about to pull away he grabbed her hand, squeezing it back. Their hands dropped simultaneously away from each other when the railroad tracks popped back up against the black asphalt. Daryl broke away from the three of them, moving with a purpose away from the main road and to the tracks. He lifted his hand, pointing down the way, "Hey," he looked down the tracks and then back to the trio, "This way's faster, right?"

Without waiting for a reply, he started off down the tracks. Rosita, looking a tad confused though glad Daryl had opted for the shorter way, took off after him. Juliana and Denise, on the other hand, exchanged glances between the two of them. Memories of her and Daryl and Beth came flooding back to her; Denise embodied what was left of a good person during the end of the world, and it was something Juliana came to appreciate.

Juliana nudged Denise playfully in the side, muttering a 'c'mon' to her to trail after Rosita and Daryl. It wasn't until about a mile or so later that the group became a little more spread out, becoming more comfortable with their surroundings and each other. Denise fell to the back, while Rosita led the way and Juliana and Daryl were in the middle of the pack. Next to the two lanes of tracks, the right side opened up into a gravel lot where a handful of cars were scattered; a typical scene by now.

"I like 'er," Juliana admitted to Daryl, slowly rolling her injured shoulder back slightly to stretch it out, "I mean, besides from fixin' me up after getting' shot."

"Hmm," Daryl grunted, "Ain't gonna go and do that again, are ya'?"

"I-" before Juliana could continue, her eyes narrowed slightly and she came to a stop, the gravel shifting underneath her feet as she did, and realized there were no other footsteps behind her.

As if on cue, the snarling on a walker and the creaking and groaning of the old cars they had passed burst through the wind, drawing all of their attention back the way they came. "Shit!" Juliana cursed, the three of them hightailing it back to the graveyard of cars to find Denise struggling with a walker on top of her. Luckily, she had managed to get the semi-mummified walker flipped around and onto the ground, shouting at them to stop and let her have this kill.

Raising the small machete, Denise plunged the sharp end into the decaying side of the walker's head. She was panting, taking her time to stand and gain her composure as best as she could. As she came to stand in front of the three of them, Denise suddenly bent at the waist, heaving as she puked her guts out.

All three of them grimaced as she spat and wiped her mouth on the back of her hand, taking in a deep breath, "Oh man. I threw up on my glasses."

Daryl and Rosita stared at Denise in disbelief at how casual she was, while Juliana raised her hand to her forehead and ran her hand down her face, letting out a sigh.

"Hot damn," Denise's comment drew their attention again. This time, she was crouched next to a cooler holding an orange soda in her hand, looking triumphant.

"What the hell was that?!" Daryl exclaimed, stomping over to her. "You could've died right there, you know that?"

Denise stood, staring Daryl down, "Yeah, I do."

"Are you hearing me?"

"Who gives a shit!?" Denise shouted at him, "You could've died killing those Saviors. Jules could've died from getting shot and who knows what else happened to her before you guys found her and Carol and Maggie! All three of you could have died! But you didn't! You wanna live, you take chances!"

"That's not how it works," Juliana told her, shaking her head.

"That's what I did," she pointed down at the walker on the ground.

"For a couple of damn sodas?" Daryl angrily questioned. Rosita's lips were pursed, shaking her head.

"Nope." Denise tossed the rest of the six pack of cans she was holding on the ground, practically shoving the orange can of soda in Daryl's face as she stormed past him, "Just this one."

Again, they followed her. Rosita was beyond pissed, her paced quickened to be able to catch up to Denise as they stepped back onto the railroad tracks with Juliana and Daryl trailing behind them.

"Are you seriously that stupid!?" Rosita spat.

With narrowed eyes, Denise turned on her heel to come to stand in front of the three of them, "Are you?" she challenged, staring at each of them in the eyes, "I mean it. Are you? Do you have any clue what that was to me?! What this whole thing is to me? See, I have training in this shit. I'm not making it up as I go along, like with the stitches and the surgery and the.." her voice trailed off, looking to Daryl. She pointed a finger at him and continued, "I asked you to come with me because you're brave like my brother and sometimes you actually make me feel safe." Next she turned to Juliana, who swallowed as she and Denise's eyes met, "And you are so tough and you actually care about people even if you don't want people to think you care! Because you would die for them, even for those you don't get along with all the time." She moved to Rosita next, "And I wanted you here because you're alone. Probably for the first time in your life. And because you're stronger than you think you are, which gives me hope that maybe I can be too."

Pausing, she shook her head and gathered her thoughts, "I could've gone with Tara. I could've told her I loved her, but I didn't because I was afraid," at this, she made it at point to look between Daryl and Juliana, "That's what's stupid: not coming out here and facing my shit." She held her hands up in passionate aggravation, "And it makes me sick that you guys aren't even trying because you're strong and you're smart and you're all really good people, and if you don't wake-"

Suddenly, something struck the back of Denise's head and came protruding out of her eye socket. It took a few seconds to register that an arrow had pierced the back of her head. Her speech became slurred as she tried to finish what she had been saying, "..up..and face your..."

At the same time, Juliana and Daryl lurched forwards at the same time as Denise began to fall to the ground. Daryl caught her in his arms as Juliana stepped awkwardly out of the way, her eyes wide and her heart racing from the shock of Denise crumbling to the ground. There wasn't time to take in the full effect of what had happened, as the sounds of footsteps and guns cocking made the trio turn their attention to the woods. They quickly maneuvered their weapons at the ready, as at least a dozen men came out from the tree line drastically outnumbering the three of them.

"Drop 'em now!" came a man's voice, hauling out Eugene and shoving him down onto his knees. Juliana felt like she was underwater as she recognized the man from the compound she had been held at. Except now, he was severely wounded on one side of his face and holding Daryl's crossbow. Rosita and Daryl lowered their guns', but Juliana couldn't. She swore she was going to kill him: he had taken Daryl's bike and his crossbow and at the time she had thought the worst and the man was still standing and trying to threaten them again.

Dwight clicked his tongue, "Well hell. Two for the price of one. Negan's looking for you, sweetheart."