A/N: Ch 2 is up!

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Eden: Season One

Ch. 2: Daryl's back

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I see him walking towards us, his crossbow slung behind his shoulder, and then I remember the deer in the forest with those arrows sticking out of its body.

Oh.

"Merle!" He yells his brother's name and walks towards the fire, setting his crossbow down. "Merle! Get your ugly ass out here! Got us some squirrel!" For a moment, I distract myself with the squirrel until my eyes sets on him again as he talks about stewing them up.

I see Shane, Jim, Dale, Rick, Glenn, and the rest heading this way with their bloody pickaxes and shovels.

Lori kneels down and strokes Carl's hair. She smiles at me. A mother's smile. "Why don't you and Eden go inside the RV?"

I don't complain, because I know this is adult stuff. I trudge to the RV with Carl as Lori stands by the door. Once I'm in the RV I see Sophia, Eliza, and Louis snap their attention to me and Carl when we walk in.

I ignore them and sit on my bed of make-shift blankets.

Outside, I hear yelling.

I never liked that.

Curious, I sat up from my blankets and crawled onto a chair that had a clear view of the window. Carl copies what I did and I scoot over so that we share the chair. And pretty soon, Sophia, Eliza, and Louis joins in by sitting on a table, all of us watching what lies beyond this window.

And I hear yelling.

Lots of it.

I hear Daryl, and I hear Rick, and I hear Shane. They're fighting, and my body slightly fidgets when Shane has him in a headlock. Rick is talking to him, telling him how Merle couldn't play along well with the others.

"It's not Rick's fault." I hear another voice join in. T-Dog. One of the few names I still bother to remember.

I hear them talking, and me and the other kids strain our ears really hard to catch bits and pieces.

I hear T-Dog tell Daryl that he put a padlock on the door, 'so that the geeks couldn't get at him.'

Merle is alive? My stomach slightly sinks at this, and I hate myself for feeling that way.

"That's gotta count for something." I hear Rick say.

What does he mean by that?

I wince as I hear Daryl's voice pierce through the air.

"Hell with alla ya'll!" He looks shaky, and he shouts at Rick to tell him where his brother is so he can go get him.

I pick at my fingernails. Please stop yelling.

"He'll show you." I hear an unexpected voice. Lori's voice.

"Isn't that right?" Her voice is shaky, and I can tell because that's what happens to me when my parents tell me to apologize.

I can't see Rick's face, but I catch Rick saying something that makes me share a glance with Carl.

"I'm going back."

I keep staring out the window.

Carl and his mom are talking in his tent, and I can't help but worry about him.

Because Carl's my friend…I guess.

I stand up on the steps of the RV and climb up the ladder that leads to the roof. The mountains, the trees, the tents, Rick, Daryl, Glenn, I see all of them from where I'm standing.

The soft breeze that blew in my face, the smell of grass. I close my eyes and forget for a moment that the world ended, opening my eyes to this cruel reality after a few moments. I hear a honking noise, and the truck is leaving.

Please, come back safely.

Lori emerges from the tent a few minutes after, and I crawl back down the ladder, to the ground. I block the light of the sun using my hand while walking towards Lori. She stops when I step in front of her.

"Hi Eden." She smiles, but it's forced.

I nod, all of a sudden feeling shy. "Hi." I bite my lip and my eyes dart towards the tent. "Can—can I see Carl?"

Lori smiles again, which is a little less forced, and I give her a small smile when she pats my back in the direction of her tent. "Go on."

She walks in the opposite direction when I open the flap of the tent. Carl's back is facing me as he lays on his side.

I pick at my fingernails again, all of a sudden not knowing what to say.

"Hey." I say softly.

I see him turn around, giving me a small smile. "Hey."

I'm kinda surprised when he sounds a lot better than what I imagined.

"You okay?" I mentally slap myself. That was a stupid question.

"Yeah." He says it softly, and I know that he's worried about his dad.

Something I could never feel with mine.

There's an akward silence, and I felt nervous again. I was never good at comforting people.

I stop picking at my nails, finding my voice again. "He's gonna come back." He's Carl's dad. Carl needs him, and so does Lori.

Carl suddenly sprouts a grin, sitting up from his seat. "He'll come back." His grin regresses to a smile. "After everything that's happened to him, nothing's killed him yet."

I pull a small smile, a genuine smile. "Your dad sounds like an amazing person." I stand up and head towards the flap of the tent.

I'm glad he's feeling better. My friend.

He grins at my comment, and I feel the atmosphere grow lighter. "What about your dad?"

I'm out of the tent by the time he asks that question.

A/N: I feel like the second chapter was sort of rushed….xo xD

I'm sry if i got the events mixed up

& woa O.O I was completely baffled at the follows, likes, and review list. Just wow O.O, I didn't think my story would get any xD

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