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Emotions Running High

It's been three grueling weeks on all of us. From death, to my miscarriage, no food, and barely any water left. A few days ago we were at Noah's old community where his mother and twin brothers were, but sadly the town was apparently destroyed. Tyrese was sadly bitten while they were in Noah's home and Sasha is devastated.

Two deaths in the last three weeks is really hard to take in, but I guess that's the world we're living in now. We were on the road walking towards Washington which was about 16 more miles to go. Everyone was drained and emotional, I honestly don't know how much more we can take. I looked over at Daryl who was walking slightly ahead of me. I feel like he's been distancing himself from me since I've told him that we lost the baby.

It was right after we finished burying Beth and we decided on what we were going to do. We stayed at a small little warehouse for the night and while everyone was grieving and consoling each other. I sat alone with Daryl working up the courage to tell him.

"Daryl," I said to him.

"Don't," Daryl said.

"It's important," I said to him.

"What?" he snapped.

I knew he was fighting his emotions for what happened to Beth and pulling away, but this was important. I almost didn't have the strength to tell him what happened because of how he is right now.

"I lost the baby," I said to him.

His head snapped up from where he was looking while picking at his fingers and just stared at me. I couldn't tell what was flashing through his mind, but I saw bits of anger, regret, sadness, and confusion.

"When?" he said with tightness in his voice.

"While you were getting Carol and Beth back," I said lowly.

"I'm going to take watch," Daryl said getting up and grabbing his crossbow.

"Daryl," I said looking at him with disbelief.

He just walked away and left me there. I knew it was tearing him up, but I at least hoped we'd get through this together. I needed him to help me through this, but that's not how Daryl works.

I let out a sigh from my memory and continued walking with the group. Judith started fidgeting and whimpering in Ricks arms and she looked just as run down as us. I feel so bad for the baby, I just hoped we'd find something for her soon.

"She's hungry, I'll go look for something," Daryl said and started walking off.

"I'll come with," Carol said following him.

I watched the two enter the tree line and stayed with the group. A small group of walkers started staggering towards us from down the road. Rick decided it be best to lead them towards the embankment and we lure them off it. We started to do just that, but Sasha had other plans and stabbed one in the head.

We started taking down the rest of the walkers because of the impromptu decision from Sasha. After our little exertion we headed back down the road trying to find something. We ran into a cluster of abandoned cars and searched through them. Once again my distant boyfriend headed back out into the woods to see if he could find anything. I contemplated on following him, but I don't want to push him away any further than we are. I just stayed around the cars and helped to scavenge a bit.

We decided to settle by the roadside for the night. As we sat there we heard deep growls coming towards us. Three vicious looking dogs come out of the woods and showed their teeth to us. Sasha pulled up her gun and shot them. We decided to cook the dog meat and we all ate amongst ourselves. It was crazy that we had to result to this, but it's all about survival now a days.

The next day we were walking again and feeling a bit better now that we had some food in our system, but we still needed water. Daryl went back into the woods again and I decided to follow him after a few minutes. I followed his tracks the way he showed me which seemed all too long ago.

When I found him he was sitting at a tree and smoking. I stood there watching him look out at a barn in the distance. He pulled his cigarette from his mouth and rolled it in his fingers, before he stubbed it out on his hand. I heared him start crying and it was breaking my heart to see him like this.

I wasn't going to bother him and knew this was something he needed, but my clumsy self, snapped a branch while backing away. His head snapped towards me, his hand on his crossbow by his side. He had tear streaks down his face and I'm pretty sure my face mirrored his own.

"I'm sorry," I whispered.

He shook his head and held a hand out to me. I sat down beside him and he pulled me into his side. This is the first time we've shared some kind of physical contact since the incidences in Atlanta. He kissed my head and I felt his shaky breaths rumble through his chest.

"I'm sorry," he said.

"It's not your fault, none of it is," I said to him.

"I know, but if I… I just should have been there for ya," Daryl said.

"Its fine, Daryl. I understood," I said.

"Ain't fine, I was a fucking asshole to ya and didn't even think about how you felt," Daryl said holding me tighter.

"It's fine now. Let's just carry on," I whispered.

"Do ya think we'll try again someday?" he asked.

"I do," I said looking up at him.

He nodded and wiped the tears from my cheeks. Daryl kissed me softly and I reciprocated it. He pulled away and said, "I love ya."

"I love you too," I said.

"Let's get back to the group," Daryl said helping me up with him.

I'm glad we finally patched things up and hopefully it won't be anytime soon that he'll shut me out again. We caught up to the group and we found a whole bunch of water left with a note saying "From a friend".

Random bottles of water showing up in the middle of the road, not odd at all. Eugene grabbed a bottle of water and started to drink, but Abraham quickly swatted the bottle away. A loud burst of thunder broke our thoughts about the water and rain started coming down on us.

It was amazing having the rain cool us down. Everyone was playing around and laying down, just soaking it in. I looked up at Daryl and he gave me a small smile that I returned. The storm got progressively worse and Daryl told Rick about the barn. We quickly made our way towards the Barn and secured it.

That night I sat around a fire we made with Rick, Daryl, Carol, and Glenn. Rick told us a story about his grandfather and how he survived WWII. He said, "That this is how we survive by telling ourselves that we are the walking dead."

Daryl disagreed with that statement saying that, "We ain't them."

Eventually we all headed to bed and Daryl was taking watch. Later that night the storm was worse and the wind was billowing. I saw Daryl try to barricade the doors with his body and Sasha went up to help him. I could hear the grumbles from outside and I ran up to help too. Eventually the whole group was trying to barricade up the door with our body weight and keep it from bursting open from the storm and walkers.

The next morning I woke up hearing Daryl and Maggie having a small conversation and she relieved him from watch. I felt Daryl lay beside me and pull me close. I quickly became comfortable and dosed off for a bit again. We woke up not too long after that and we milled about. Sasha and Maggie came back into the barn with a stranger.

We drew our weapons at the stranger and Sasha told us how he wants us to audition at his community. The stranger, Aaron, tried to explain to us about his community and told Rick to look at the pictures he had in his backpack. As Aaron continues to ramble on Rick gets annoyed and punches the man in his face.

We inspected his things and we find a flare gun. Aaron tells us that he was the one who left the water bottles for us. I did not trust this guy, I mean his group and he could be great people, but after everything we've been through, trust is very low.

When I broke from my thoughts Aaron said that he was with one other person and that their cars were parked just down the road. Michonne, Glenn, Abraham, and Rosita went to go check out the cars.

Rick instructed the rest of us to pair up and leave the barn so were not sitting ducks. I paired up with my boyfriend of course and Carol, since there was an uneven amount of us. As we wandered around the outside of the barn looking around Daryl asked, "Do you believe 'im?"

"I don't know. I want too, but after everything I'm still leery about it," I said with a shrug.

"I agree," Daryl said.

"Yeah me too, but it be nice for all of us," Carol said joining us.

We nodded at her and continued on our way.

"I know I haven't really talked to you two for a while, but I wanted to tell you I'm sorry about the baby," Carol said.

"It's fine," I said.

Daryl grunted and gave a nod not voicing his answer. We continued on in silence eventually returning back to the barn and joining the rest of the group. The group who went to find the cars found a whole bunch of canned food in an RV and brought it back.

Rick was still not convinced, but I'm pretty sure everyone else including me, was willing to give this community a chance. Rick finally agreed to check out the community, but decided to go another route then Aaron told us and we'll leave at sundown.

We decided to eat the canned food they brought us and waited for sundown to venture off to this new community. Once sun down arrived most of us piled into the RV. Michonne, Glenn, and Rick drove in the car with Aaron.

We followed behind them and headed towards our destination. On our way a heard of walkers were on the road and we lost sight of the others as they plowed through them. We see a flare out in the distance and find a man named Eric surrounded by walkers.

He was apparently the person who was with Aaron. Eric broke his leg and we headed to a nearby town. Aaron thanks us for saving his boyfriend and asks us to go to Alexandria the next morning. Rick agreed to it and we stayed at this abandoned town for the rest of the night.