"I ain't never raised a kid. What kind of life could I give her?" The words left Daryl before the thought was even fully formed in his head. His grip on the girl loosened as his own words settled into his head. Anything beyond making sure she'd have some sort of registration or something if he couldn't find her family hadn't been given time to percolate.

Now dressed and with Daryl no longer holding her as firmly, Willow pushed herself up and turned around to start crawling up onto Daryl's shoulders. Ever the squirrel.

"Ain't never raised no one," he murmured again as the thought really started to settle that all his plans so far hadn't really accounted for finding someone else to care for her if he couldn't find her family. Daryl's eyes moved to Willow and he smiled at her when she got her knee onto the top of his head and tried to reach out for Rorschach once her perch was secured.