Reading a Map
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A/N: Lots of gushing gratitude and snuggles to Megan for looking at this.
"I don't want to talk about it." Her soft voice broke the cool night air. "I can't. I just want to forget."
The pain looking back at him from the depths of her eyes was like the winding, cracked highways left in their post-apocalyptic world. Always twisting and turning with deep crevices and bone jarring pot holes. He could read the signs just as well as if they were glowing back at him through the headlights of his old truck. She was shutting herself off from the rest of them, from him, needing desperately not to remember whatever had happened during their time apart.
"Alright," Daryl whispered. It would be a lot of work, more than likely ripping him to shreds, but he could be there. He could bring her back to him.
Until then she could keep her secrets.
