I'm so sorry for not updating in forever! It wasn't the best idea to start four stories at once, and I can't even keep up with updating them... I'm trying, though!
And about episode 315... *SPOILER!* I honestly can't believe Merle is gone... it breaks my heart to know that the first time he begins to turn good and redeem himself, he dies and no one except Daryl (I think) knows. The Governor isn't my favorite character anymore, though. He knew that if he shot Merle in the chest, he'd come back and most likely be found by Daryl, but he still did it. I hope he gets torn to shreds by a big ol' nasty herd in the finale! (Just because I'm not very fond of him anymore doesn't mean I'm going to stop my fanfic; it just means that he's a FIRETRUCKING SOCIOPATH MURDERER!)

Rant over. :)

"Can't you see it?! I'm weak!" My eyes produced streams of tears as I practically screamed at Philip. He had said a few touchy things to me, and I hadn't taken it in a good way.

He just stood there, a disappointed look etched on his face.
"No, you're not. You're strong and you know that."

I let out a shaky breath, wiping my eyes. "Well if I was strong, would I have let Merle go that far? Or loose it after someone I hardly knew died? Or even cry over Karen calling me a hooker? I dare you to tell me I'm still 'strong' even after that."
I left his apartment in pure rage, unable to think about anything except for what I had brought up.
Almost getting raped by Merle.
Andrea's death.
A now meaningless word directed at me.
Despite everything, I knew that Philip was right. I am strong, but I just can't comprehend it. Something is keeping me from doing that.

My emotions.

I'm just too god damn hormonal! It could be because of the weight on my shoulders, or the aftershock of the virus, or maybe even because of my relationship with Philip.
He had taken my virginity. I had been saving myself for marriage, but that sure as hell wouldn't be happening anytime soon. It was the heat of the moment, and I gave in. A part of me was glad I had done it, but the other was feeling regretful and ashamed.

I assumed that whatever was making me feel weak was just temporary.
But I knew it wasn't.

Later that night, I resorted to walking around outside to ease my nerves. The cool breeze of dusk made me shiver, but in a good way. It was my only real connection to the world I used to know. Back when the dead stayed dead and I wasn't in the military yet, me and my sister would sit on the back porch at night and do sparklers; she'd burned herself a few times, but it just made memories. Memories of crying and sparkly bandaids, for that matter.

I felt someone wrap their arm around my shoulder; I could tell it was Philip by the way that the scent of strawberries filled the air around me. While most people smelled of blood and death, he smelled pleasant and alive. I supressed a small smile, trying to remind myself of how I was slightly mad at him.

"Do you know how you're strong?"

I sucked in a tiny breath. My answer was most likely the same as his.
"I.. I made it this long without getting killed."

I looked over at him and he nodded. "If you were weak, you would be dead right now."
He let go of me and pressed a gentle kiss to my forehead before walking off.

I swear to god, this guy has to be the most mysterious man I've ever met, but I like it.

Okay, so I'm thinking about writing a one-shot for the latest episode when Daryl finds Merle as a walker, but it'll take away a night of possibly updating another story (I update at night only, One story per night, Mon-Thurs.) Would anyone read it if I maybe posted it on Friday? It has to be one of the most emotional episodes, and I really want to!
I'd also like to say thank you to all my reviewers; nothing makes me happier than knowing someone liked my story enough to take a minute or two to post what they thought.

:)