VPOV

Lori, Maggie and Carol spent most of the next few days with me. Every now and then they'd check up on Hershel, but they spent most of their time trying to help me get back to the person I used to be. They helped me with my speech, and Lori showed me a few photos she had left of my past.

Carl would always be close, and whenever I had spare time I'd spend it playing with him. We'd run around and hide from the others, playing little tricks on Glenn and Theodore.

I was slowly getting back to normal.

"How are you feeling?" Hershel asked me as I walked into his cell.

I shrugged and sat on the ground next to him. Maggie and Beth were busy getting some food, but I wasn't hungry, so I had a chance to sit with him without the girls over hearing us. I always liked to talk to Hershel since they found me, he treated me as normal as I could remember, unlike the ladies sometimes.

"I should be up in a few days." he was trying to make conversation, and so I gave in and spoke up.

"Does it hurt?" I gestured to his leg.

He nodded. "Yes. But not as much as it did before."

"What does it feel like?"

"Like the bottom half of my leg is a ghost. It's there, but not there at the same time."

"That's weird." I mumbled, fiddling with my knife.

"You've come a long way. Talking and walking. Do you remember things better now too?"

I nodded. "I remember a lot, but not everything."

It was the truth. I remembered Dale, and how he died. I remembered the car accident Lori and I were in. I remembered Shane and those men and what they did to me. But I also remembered times before the world turned to hell.

"Not everything?"

I sighed and looked up at him. "I don't remember how I ended up alone. I don't remember most of the last eight months. It's all a dream. One big messed up dream with major parts missing from the story line."

He nodded. "It must be hard." I shrugged. "Living all alone and then suddenly being surrounded by people who seem to know you yet you don't remember them. Then having memories come back slowly. I can't imagine what it must feel like."

I sighed once more and let my eyes fall back to my knife as I looked down at my reflection on the metal. We fell in silence then, Hershel watching me- though I didn't mind.

I could hear footsteps heading our way and gathered it must be Maggie and Beth coming to give Hershel his lunch. I stood up and moved to the door, only stopped by the old man's voice.

"You'll remember everything eventually. Don't worry. But for now, you're doing good."

I gave him a half smile just as the girls reached the room door. I stepped aside and decided I wanted to go for a stroll outside. The court was clear of walker bodies, but the field hadn't been touched yet. Rick and Daryl had also cleared the pile of walkers I had made, inside the prison.

I walked around a little, following the fence. I liked it when I got to be alone. Don't get me wrong, I loved these people, I may not remember everything about them but at least I know how I feel. Though that doesn't mean I don't like to be alone everynow and then.

Since they came I haven't been able to have time to myself. Someone's always watching me, either from a distance or by my side. The only time I've really been able to be alone is when they're all asleep.

In the middle of the night I find myself going from cell to cell making sure everyone's alright, and that they won't disappear on me again. Lori doesn't stay in my cell anymore, instead she stays in the one next door with Carol. But Carl still shares a room with me. He sleeps on the bottom bunk, letting me sleep in the bed I've slept in since coming to the prison.

Carl and I spent some time washing the walls in my room yesterday. There was no more blood, no more names on the wall. I had felt as if it was the right thing to do. Every time I saw Shane or Jason, I would freeze and suddenly fear everyone. But Maggie insisted it was normal, I had been alone for so long it was no surprise I had a hard time trusting others.

"You okay?"

I turned to see Carl walking towards me.

I grinned and shook my head. "You gotta stop asking me that."

He smiled and stood beside me. "Sorry, I just keep expecting you to start crawling around again and mumbling stuff that doesn't make sense."

Still grinning I replied, "Yeah, you and me both, buddy."

We stood there for a while, just the two of us. We watched the walkers outside of the fence wander around aimlessly. I remembered the countless times I had walked out there like it was the most normal thing to do.

"Do you remember when we lost you the first time? When it was Shane, mum and me? You were only gone for a month then."

I nodded. "I lived on the highway outside of Atlanta city. Glenn found me."

"Yeah." he sighed. "Then dad came back, and everything was okay. Even when we were on the run, I wasn't as scared with you there. So when you went missing this time, I thought you'd come back... but you didn't..."

I looked down at him, noticing the way he looked so grown up and mature. "But you found me, and here I am. It's okay now."

He nodded. "I know. And I'm glad you're okay."

"Me too buddy. Me too."

DPOV

I stood on the perch of the steps looking down at Vic and Carl as they headed inside. Carl was busy talking, really interested in whatever he was saying. Vic smiled down at him, obviously enjoying spending time with her brother.

Carl pulled out a comic, flipping through the pages and showing Vic the pictures. She just kept looking down at him, smiling so happily.

"It's definitely a sight to see, isn't it." Carol came to stand beside me, looking at the siblings below. "She's come so far."

I nodded. "Almost like the last eight months never happened."

Carol scoffed. "Almost, but we're not that good. She still doesn't remember a lot."

I watched Vic, looking her up and down. I wondered if she remembered me, if she remembered us. She hadn't said anything, and as far as I could tell she treated me like she treated everyone else. So I doubted she remembered everything that happened between the two of us.

Carol sighed. "I can't imagine what it must feel like."

"What?"

"You have all those memories of the two of you, but you have no idea if she remembers, or if she feels the same as she did before."

Vic looked up at us then, though I knew she couldn't hear us. She smiled at me, our eyes locking for some time.

"Yeah, you can't imagine what it feels like." I mumbled as Vic looked back down at her brother.

VPOV

I climbed up on to the top of the bunk, listening to Carl as he rolled around, trying to get comfortable. It was late at night, and he was exhausted. I knew I could stay awake for hours, but I decided to go to bed as well.

"Vickie?" his little voice called up to me.

"Hmm."

He rolled around again before speaking up. "I love you."

I smiled and rolled onto my side so I could look out the doorway. "I love you too buddy."

It didn't take long before I heard his breathing coming out slow and steady. He started mumbling and twitching, like he did everynight. But no matter how long I laid there, I couldn't get to sleep.

I listened as the others said their good-nights, everyone going to their own cells and going to bed. But even when I could hear the low snoring from Theodore, or the chatter from Lori and Carol die, I couldn't sleep.

So after I was sure everyone was asleep, I crawled off my bed and walked out to the perch where I found Daryl lying down on his mattress, his back facing me.

But I knew he was awake. Every night I've come out here, and every night he's been awake.

"Again?" he rolled over looking up at me with a grin. "Still can't sleep?"

I shook my head. "For someone who can't remember most of her life, my head still won't shut up." I grumbled, sitting down next to him.

He sat up and leaned against the wall, exactly like he's done every other night. "What're you thinkin' 'bout this time?"

I shrugged. "A lot of different things. Too much stuff going up in here to really know what I'm thinking about." I gestured to my head.

He just nodded. "So why are you out here?"

I rolled my eyes. "You ask me the same question every night."

He grinned. "And you avoid the question every night."

I sighed and moved so I was leaning against the wall next to him. "I just like coming out here and talking to you. It's nice. It feels..."

"Familiar?"

"Yeah, familiar."

He nodded and we fell into silence, both of us just sitting there, looking around the cell block but not looking at each other. When I felt his eyes turn to me, I knew I should ask him the one questions that's been playing on my mind for awhile now.

"Were we close?"

"What do you mean?" he shifted uncomfortably.

"I mean, before I was separated from the group, were we close?"

"What makes you think we were close?"

I shrugged. "I feel comfortable around you. Like you said, it's familiar."

He nodded. "Yeah we were close."

I wasn't sure if I wanted to continue on asking him what he meant to me and what I meant to him, I had a feeling he didn't really like talking about his feelings. So instead I stood up and moved away.

"I'll see you in the morning Daryl."

"Night." he called as I moved to my room.

I turned as I walked in, smiling over at him as he watched me. "Night." and with that I crawled back into bed and finally fell asleep.

Damn it! All I want is Vickie and Daryl to be back together! Why won't she just remember? Pretty sure she'll remember soon :D

I don't know if you noticed, but this chapter is in between the episodes where Rick kills Tomas and the prison gets over run again. The next couple of chapters will be between those two episodes as well, and then I'll get back to the original story line :P

I hope you enjoyed, don't forget to review :):)

Love and miss you all xox

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