Author's Note: I'm so sorry it took me so long and I'm not making any excuses but between working and going to school I'm almost never home which leaves me with zero time to go anything. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter, let me know what you think!

Third Person's P.O.V

Rebecca looked at Rosalie's bite wound in complete horror. The bite wound itself was almost completely healed but Rosalie's whole torso was a variety of purples and reds, her veins showing up a lot darker than normal underneath her pale skin. She couldn't hold the tears back for the fear of losing her best friend struck her hard.

Rosalie looked over at her best friend, already knowing that whatever Rebecca was about to tell her wasn't going to be good. Meaning that Rebecca was pretty much going to tell her that she wasn't going to live. But Rebecca didn't even have to tell Rosalie, for a few seconds later Rosalie was coughing up her own blood.

Rebecca carefully rolled her on her side, preventing her from ending her life by choking on her own blood. Rebecca quickly got up, running into the bathroom and grabbed a small hand towel before practically running back to Rosalie and pressing it against her mouth, stopping the blood from continuing to get on the floor and her hands.

Rosalie could feel it coming, her death. For she couldn't stop coughing long enough to draw in enough oxygen. She could feel her heart slowly stop beating, each beat becoming slower and slower, farther and farther apart. She was struggling to keep her eyes open, struggling to continue fighting to stay conscious. Rosalie hardly felt Rebecca sitting her up as she slid in behind her.

Rebecca watched as Rosalie's head lolled back against her shoulder, her eyes drooping shut. Her fingers started to shake once she brought them to Rosalie's neck as she tried to find her pulse.

Thump...thump...thump.

She didn't know whether to let out a sigh of relief or another sob. Yes, it was a good thing that Rosalie's heart was still beating but it was almost like she could feel Rosalie's heart slowly stop beating. She could hear her best friend struggling to draw in air. It was killing her watching Rosalie suffer in such an extreme way so she slowly slide the knife out of Rosalie's waistband; pressing the tip of the knife to Rosalie's chest.

But then she felt it, Rosalie's fingers pressing against her arm, silently telling Rebecca to go ahead and that she understood why. However, Rebecca finally caved, unable to find it in her heart to kill her best friend. She collapsed into sobs a few minutes later, letting the knife fall to the floor as she cradled Rosalie's face in her hands.

"Oh god," Rebecca continued to sob, "Oh god what am I going to do without you."

Rebecca reached up, brushing away her tears as she took a look at the blonde headed girl laying in her lap. She half expected her eyes to flutter open, revealing her bright blue eyes but there was nothing. There was no cheeky smile, instead her lips were still, dried blood covering the original color. Her long, blonde hair was no longer soft and curly, instead it was a knotted mess.

"I can't do this without you." She cried.

That was the last thing Rosalie heard before she slipped into unconsciousness.

Flashback

Rosalie: Newborn

"Daryl!" Elizabeth cried as she desperately tried to sooth the wailing baby in her arms. Daryl walked into the room a few seconds later, allowing Elizabeth to let out a thankful sigh, "She won't stop crying and I've tried everything."

Tears started to form in Elizabeth's eyes, lack of sleep and stress finally hitting her. Daryl was quick to step forward, carefully taking Rosalie from Elizabeth's arms. Within seconds the small child began to calm down, her fussing quieting.

Elizabeth looked at him in disbelief, "I-I've been trying to calm her down for hours, I've literally tried everything and then y-you just come in here and she stops crying."

Daryl smiled at her with a smug grin, "Already a daddy's girl."

Elizabeth cracked a small, tired smile before handing Daryl a pacifier. Daryl carefully pushed the pacifier into the infant's mouth as her eyes fluttered closed.

Elizabeth smiled as she watched Daryl smile down at the small child, his finger tracing over her chubby cheeks. But the door creaking open caught her attention, "Daryl?"

"Hmm?" He said in response.

"Did you put the boys to bed?" She asked, her eyes still focused on the slowly opening door.

Daryl pulled his attention away from the small child in his arms, looking at the door instead, "Yes, I did."

Elizabeth slowly stepped forward, quickly pulling the door open, sending the three boys on the other side tumbling to the ground. Elizabeth frowned, crossing her arms, "Shouldn't you boys be in bed? I do believe that you have school tomorrow Jonathon."

"But mom, we heard her cryin' ", The young boy pleaded, "We wanted to make sure she was alright."

"Yeah mom." Nicholas, the middle boy, piped in.

Elizabeth couldn't help but smile, proud that her boys had taken to their younger sister so well. Ever since she and Daryl had brought her home the boys had been doing their best to help out, Jonathon even offering to change her diaper a few times.

"Come on Liz, let them stay up for a little while." Daryl spoke up, "After all, you were the one that wanted them to bond."

"Yeah mom." The boys chirped.

"Alright, only for a little while Rosie needs to get her beauty sleep too."

"She's already pretty enough." Jonathon replied.

.

Daryl softly smiled before moving towards Rosalie's crib, carefully placing the sleeping newborn down onto the soft mattress. The boys all gathered around, prepared to say their goodnights to their younger sibling.

Daryl reached down, picking up Landon, the young three year old, who couldn't see over the crib. Landon peered down at the sleeping newborn before reaching down to place his beloved teddy bear next to her, smiling proudly at himself.

"Alright guys, time for bed." Daryl quietly said, placing his free hand on Jonathon's head, his fingers combing through his headful of brown curls.

Once everyone was out of the room Daryl stopped, still supporting Landon with one of his arms. His fingers pressing against the light switch, he quietly whispered, "Goodnight baby.", before turning the light off.

"Goodnight Rosie."

End of Flashback.

Present Time. (Still in Third Person)

Rebecca continued to sob against Rosalie's ice cold cheek as she hung onto her lifeless body. Her hands shakily brushed the blonde hairs out of Rosalie's face.

"I'm goin' to miss you so much." She softly cried.

"D-Don't" Rosalie softly whispered, her voice scratchy and raw.

Rebecca's mouth hung wide open for a few seconds for she had not been expecting a response back. Once reality had finally hit here that her best friend was indeed alive again she shot up, forcing Rosalie to fall back against the soft cushioning of the couch.

"You're alive!" Rebecca exclaimed as she stared down at her.

"Surprisingly." Rosalie chuckled, her eyes finally fluttering open. Although her eyelids were awfully droopy for she was struggling to keep her eyes open.

"B-But how?" Rebecca asked, "Y-your heart stopped beating and t-then you stopped b-breathing."

"Beats me." Rosalie sighed, wincing as she tried to move.

"I have to go get Dr. Jenner or your dad." Rebecca announced, moving towards the door.

"Please don't." Rosalie pleaded softly, quietly whimpering as she tried to move herself off the couch.

"Why?" Rebecca asked, "This is a miracle, you're alive!"

"Rebecca, " Rosalie paused, "This might only be temporary," She paused again, "Just because I w-woke up doesn't mean I'm goin' to survive this."

"You didn't just wake up Rosalie, you came back to life." Rebecca argued. "I-I mean maybe Jenner can do something."

"You can't cure a walker bite Becca." Rosalie spoke gently, "I'm goin' to die, there's no stoppin' that."

"I'm going to get Jenner." Rebecca seethed through her teeth, biting her lip to prevent her from yelling at Rosalie. Stopping her from telling Rosalie that she wasn't thinking, that her being alive was actually a miracle.

"Rebecca-" Rosalie began but before she could finish Rebecca was already out the door, slamming it shut behind her.

Rosalie struggled to move herself off the couch, her body far too weak to support her weight. But she fought, letting out a few cries of pain before she managed to pull herself off of the couch. But the amount of strength it took to get herself off of the couch made her weak. She could already feel herself start to drift back into unconsciousness, her eyes fighting to stay open.

But no matter how hard she fought, the unconsciousness soon took over her body until she was surrounded by complete darkness.

~Flashback~

"Come on Tigers, you can do it!" The small blonde yelled from the sidelines as she stood next to the rest of the squad.

The King County Middle School Tigers were currently facing their rival school in the regional game. For a majority of the game the Tigers were able to stay ahead but after half-time they started to fall behind. Thankfully it was only by a couple of points.

"Run run run the floor,

Raise raise raise the score,

Run the floor,

Raise the score two points more!"

The cheerleaders chanted, yelling as loud as they could in attempt to lift up the boys spirit. It seemed to work until the other team stole the ball from their point guard and Rosalie's boyfriend, Connor, and dribbled down to the other end of the court, almost making a basket.

"Might wanna tell your man to step up his game." Rebecca murmured during one of the cheers, a small giggle escaping her mouth as she continued to follow the step to the cheer and keep a fake smile on her face.

"Hush it up, he's nervous." Rosalie murmured back, trying to fight back a smile as Rebecca looked at her.

"Because he's playing in front of his loverrr." Rebecca laughed.

Rosalie let out a laugh, only a small one though before responding, "Oh my gosh, don't ever call me his lover again."

The two girls ended their conversation once they saw their coach sending them disapproving glares. So they once again fell into rhythm with the rest of the squad, yelling out the cheers and waving their pom-poms around.

Rosalie wasn't one to be interested in dating, especially with a daddy like hers, but when Connor, the star athlete and the most popular kid in the class, started hinting at a relationship that she started to become interested. The relationship itself didn't become official until Connor showed up at her house with a dozen roses and asked her out. Thankfully, neither Daryl or Merle had been there that day otherwise he would've left her house emotionally scarred. They had been together ever since that day which by her math was 4 months ago.

According to everyone else they were the perfect couple. He was the best looking guy in their grade and even though she would never believe it, she was the prettiest girl. He was both the football player and the basketball player while she was the cheerleader. They both shared the same bubbly personalities. They were both incredibly smart. The only thing that divided them was the way they were raised. Connor came from a rich, well-mannered and well-dressed family who lived in a big house in one of the nicest neighborhoods while Rosalie was raised in the completely opposite way. Although Connor often told her that it didn't matter how they were raised, Rosalie knew that it did matter.

Rosalie couldn't help but smile as Connor flashed her one of his cheeky grins, her stomach swarming with butterflies. Rebecca softly nudged her.

"What?" Rosalie asked once they had ended another cheer.

"Look at who showed up." Rebecca said, glancing over at the entrance.

Rosalie followed her gaze, expecting to see either her father or her Uncle Merle but instead was surprised to see Carl standing there. Rosalie had been begging Carl to come to one of their games since the beginning of the season but he never showed up to support them. Although, he never realized how much it hurt Rosalie's feelings not having his support there.

Rosalie smiled wide, dropping her pom poms and quickly excusing herself from the rest of the squad. She quickened her pace the closer she got to him, throwing her arms around his much taller frame when she finally reached him.

"You finally came!" She exclaimed as she pulled away, peering up at him.

"Yeah, figured it would shut you up." He chuckled, looking down at the ground as if he was avoiding looking at her.

"Carl?" Rosalie asked softly as she caught sight of a small bruise on Carl's upper cheek. She carefully turned his face to where she could see his whole face, gasping once she saw more bruising and a black eye. "Carl what happened to your face?"

Carl waited until the buzzer went off, signaling the end of the game before speaking, "Why don't you go ask your boyfriend?"

Before Rosalie could respond she was swarmed by the rest of the cheerleading squad and a huge chunk of the basketball team, preventing her from stopping Carl from walking away.

"Hey you," Connor's familiar voice shouted through the hectic crowd, "Can you believe we won?"

Rosalie simply ignored what he had said, instead she jumped right into the question she wanted to ask him, "What did you do to Carl?"

Connor was a bit taken back, almost surprised she was asking him, "We were just joking around-"

"Jokin' around?" Rosalie asked in disbelief, "You gave him a black eye!"

"Hey guys" Rebecca came skipping up with a wide smile on her face, "Guess what just happened?"

"He moved Rose, it was an accident." Connor defended.

"I hardly believe that," Rosalie rolled her eyes before continuing on, "You did it on purpose and you know you did."

"Wait, what's going on?" Rebecca asked.

"Connor gave Carl a black eye." Rosalie spat out, "And apparently it's an accident."

"Rosalie-" Connor began.

"Don't even bother." She scoffed before walking away, looking for Carl.

She quickly maneuvered her way through the crowd, searching for him. She was starting to give up her search, for trying to find Carl in this large crowd of people seemed almost like finding a needle in a haystack. Fortunately, she found him standing near the entrance of the school.

"Carl!" She yelled as she gave him a small smile and began walking over to him.

"What are you doing?" Carl asked once she was within talking range.

"What do you mean?" She responded.

"With Connor," He explained, "Why did you get mad at him?"

"Because he hurt you.." Rosalie answered in a quieter tone, looking down at her feet.

Carl couldn't help but smirk, "And why does that matter?"

"Because-" She began.

"Rosalie!" Daryl's voice rang out, preventing her from continuing on.

"Sorry Carl, I gotta go"

~End of Flashback~

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~Present Time~

By the time she was fully sitting up Jenner and Rebecca were walking into the room, Jenner with an astonished look on his face, "Are you sure she came back to life?" Jenner whispered to Rebecca.

"Yes, she was coughing up blood then she couldn't breathe and finally stopped breathing altogether." Rebecca whispered back.

"You do realize that you're basically saying something that's nearly impossible." Jenner said, still keeping his voice low.

"Well it happened, believe it or not." Rebecca replied, "She survived a walker bite."

"That's nearly impossible-"

"Hey guys," Rosalie interrupted, "I am here you know? Literally in the same room."

"Sorry." Rebecca said with a guilty smile.

In this situation you could find a million and one things that would be considered absolutely impossible or insane. The one thing that stands out the most would be how Rosalie managed to survive the severe fever, or even the infection itself due to the walker bite. The fact that she was up and talking like a normal person or maybe the fact that the chunk that was just taken out of the 16 year olds side a few days before was completely healed besides for the bruising around it.

"You can't be human." Jenner announced quietly after his fingers traced over the completely healed wound. "There's no way a human could survive this."

"Well, I did." Rosalie slowly sat up, her eyes opening wide. Both Jenner and Rebecca jumped back when they caught sight of the young girls eyes. "What? Why are you looking at me like that?" '

"Rosalie, your eyes-"

Rosalie quickly stood up, ignoring the throbbing pain spread throughout her body as she walked to the bathroom. She couldn't help but let out a gasp when she caught sight of her eyes. They were no longer the darker shade of blue they were before, they were a light, bright blue now, almost similar to a walker's. "Oh my god." She cried.

Rebecca walked into the bathroom, wrapping her arms around her best friend in attempt to calm her down.

"Oh my god"

Author's note: Hope you guys' enjoyed it! :)