"Being alone never felt right.

Sometimes it felt good, but it never felt right."

- Charles Bukowski, Women

When Daryl and I finally made it back to the others it was already dark. I went to sit on the floor, with my back against a tree while Daryl went to talk to Rick, he also gave the raccoon to Rosita, who was starting a fire.

It wasn't until after eating that Daryl finally joined me. He sat next to me, leaning against that same tree, he slowly reached for my hand and gripped it, I smiled, luckily it was my good hand. I held his hand and slightly gave his a squeeze.

As time passed, I slowly found myself right next to Daryl, our arms touching, I rested my head on his shoulder as he wrapped his hands around my waist and resting his own head against mine. We hadn't been like this in so long and I was going to cherish it.

"Can I tell you something?" he asked me.

"Sure," I whispered.

"After the prison, I truly believed everyone else was dead, I thought that only Beth and I had made it out and if that wasn't the case then we would never see the others again or they would just die eventually. We actually found some people from the prison dead, just confirming what I feared," he told me in such a gloomy tone. "I had just given up."

"Why?"

"I don't know, I just did," he told me. "But one night I asked for a sort of sign to let me know what you were alive and I got it."

At that I turned around to see him right in the eyes, which were now a very dark shade of blue, he sighed and looked down at the floor as he shifted a bit, getting more comfortable.

"Just seconds after I asked for it, I saw a shooting star. At first I was filled with hope and happiness but then I just started thinking it was just a coincidence, I got depressed all over again and I asked for a second sign, just to make sure I wasn't getting my highs up for nothing, just to crash down on the floor later," he told me as he glanced at me before he looked away again.

"You got the second sign?" I asked.

"I did. The next day, Beth and I searched a house, I went upstairs. One of the girls that used to live there was an athlete and there was an article about her glued on the wall, I read it. Do you know what was the girl's name?" I shook my head. "Cecilia. Her name was Cecilia Peters and she was blonde and had blue eyes... just like you. It took me a while to realize that was the second sign. I even took the room's tag with her name on it... just as a reminder, you know?"

I nodded at him before turning my head again and resting it against his chest, I slipped a hand behind him and wrapped both arms around him, I heard his heartbeat slightly rising, I enjoyed being able to be so close to him, just like this, together.

"That's when I started looking for you, that's when all my strength to carry on just came back, I didn't know if I was ever going to find you but I wasn't going to give up."

"I also lost hope," I admitted. "Rick and Carl kept telling me that if anyone was alive, then that would be you." He smiled at that. "It's normal to assume the worst happened and that you've lost everything you had after something like that."

"But we didn't."

"Not everything," I whispered. "We lost many people and the prison, though."

"I know but we are all together now."

"Not all of us," I said in a low tone.

"Yeah, Beth's gone," he muttered in a low tone.

"Actually," I said, turning once again to look right at him. "I was talking about Oliver."

Daryl raised his eyebrow and then lifted his gaze, looking at the rest of our group, his mouth turned into an oval shape when he finally realized Oliver wasn't around with us and he hadn't been since the prison. I didn't even know why I got so upset every time he said her name, I knew it wasn't her fault to end up with him.

"Good-night, Daryl."

I broke our embrace, took off Daryl's vest, which I had worn all day and gave it to him, this time he did accept it. I stood up, grabbed my backpack, which I was going to use as my pillow for the night, plus I had a sweater inside. I put it on just before lying down close to Daryl.

Even though we were right next to each other, Daryl and I slept on our own, I didn't scoot closer to him and he didn't put an arm around me, not even when he was asleep. Usually when he's already sleeping he embraces me if he isn't already.

I couldn't help but to wonder if things were completely alright between us, making me not being able to fall asleep. Feeling frustrated, I sat up with a deep sigh. I turned to look at Daryl, who was deeply sleeping next to me. I kissed his forehead just before standing up.

I looked around and noticed only Tara was awake, meaning she was on guard. Rick, Glenn and Abraham had already done their one-hour long watch and I hadn't been able to sleep yet, I had had been trying for at least three hours.

I sighed again and decided that Tara could use some company, I could do some company, even hers would do. I walked towards her, making her jerk her head at my direction when I was only a few steps away from him.

"Hey," I said. "Do you mind if I sit with you?"

"No, go ahead," she told me. I could notice she was still nervous around me.

I sat next to her but there was still a considerable distance between us, and it was quiet for a long time. I was sure she was uncomfortable with me here and I didn't know how to start a conversation. I wanted to know how she met the Governor but didn't want to bring that up and I couldn't mention relatives either, not on our first talk at least.

"How old are you?" I asked her, I felt dumb for asking that but that's all I could come up with.

"Twenty-three," she told me. "And you?"

"I'm twenty-one … but for all I know I could be twenty-two," I said shrugging. "My birthday is in October and I assume we are close or already passed that."

"Mine is in April," she told me with a smile. "April fifth."

"Mine was on Halloween," I said. "It was fun, always celebrated it big time."

"I can bet," she said with a chuckle, this time it was a natural one, no trails of nerves in it, I chuckled along with her.

After that silence fell upon us, it wasn't comfortable, not yet but it wasn't unbearable. I glanced at Daryl and noticed he was lying on his back now instead of on his side, he had an arm over his eyes as he took deep and even breaths.

"So, I'm a bit confused about what happened today," she said, this time being her breaking the silence, completely surprising me. "That woman," she said, pointing at my mum, who was sleeping right next to Mika. "Bombed Terminus, planned and made a perfect attack and got us all out?"

"Yeah, I think so," I told her. "I'm not sure if she had a lot of time to plan all that but it worked just fine."

"Okay, and she's also your mum?"

"Yep," I said with a small smile. "She's my mum."

"Since when didn't you see her?"

"Uh, around three months, maybe a bit more," I said. "She used to live with us at the prison."

"What happened? Did she get lost or something?"

"Uh, not exactly. I shouldn't probably tell you this, I mean, I don't want you to be scared of her..."

"I'm already scared of her," she said quickly. "She brought down a whole community or whatever that was, on her own, but what did she do? I promise I won't think different of her, I admire her. Besides, after what I did, I can't really judge her."

"Hey," I said earning her attention and making her turn to look at me. "You didn't do anything, you didn't kill anyone. You actually saved Glenn and me, we're good. I told you earlier. Do you think I would have come here to talk if I had any kind of resentment or grunge at you?" She shook her head. "That's right, I don't, it's in the past, just like the thing with my mum, which you want to know or not?"

"Yeah."

"Well," I said taking a deep breath. "People were getting sick and dying months ago, and at first there were only a couple of them. She killed the first two people that got sick to protect us, so the virus wouldn't get to us but it didn't help, many got sick and died. Rick had to exile her for it."

"Oh wow, I'm sorry to hear that," she said. "It must have been really hard for you."

"Yeah but everything happens for a reason, Michonne has told me I should think like that and I try to do it. All these weeks I have been thinking that if Rick hadn't done that, she could have died at the prison attack and for sure she wouldn't have gotten us all out, we would be dead right now, well, at least Rick, Glenn, Daryl, Bob and I."

"When we got there, they were so welcome, they even offered us all food. We were eight. After we ate and made some conversation with some of the people there they told us that if we wanted to be part of them we had to agree to their terms and I truly believed their rules were going to be easy, just collaborate with everyone, do stuff around, you know? But then Gareth said that they eat people and we would have to eat them too, we refused and they said that we would just become food then."

"That's awful," I told her. "And sick. I had the chance to talk to Gareth, he said I would have to eat people if I wanted to live and that's when the explosion happened."

"I really thought we weren't going to get out."
"I did believe we were going to escape but I was worried about who was going to make it out and how many, I'm glad we all made it out."

There was more silence between us then, I could hear some grasshoppers in the distance and even owls every now and then, it was peaceful, there were no signs of walkers or even people. My eyes started to get heavy and before I knew it I fell asleep.

I heard noise around me and that's when I opened my eyes. It was already morning and about half of us were already up. Rick was not far from me feeding Judith, Carl was still lying down but he was awake, Abraham was talking to my mother, Daryl was also awake, close to Michonne and Sasha was just getting up, she was in between Bob and her brother, both were still sleeping.

I started to stretch and that's when I realized I wasn't lying on the floor, I had fallen asleep in a sitting position, with my head and back against a tree and Tara was right next to me, she hadn't woken up yet. I remember talking to her the night before and I seriously thought I had gone back to my spot next to Daryl but apparently I didn't.

After everyone ate at least just a bit of food, we got ready, packed our things, we started getting further from Terminus. Rick stayed on the lead with Daryl, Carl and Michonne, while I stayed a bit behind them, next to my mother, I hadn't had the chance to talk to her and it was nice to catch up with her.

"I'm not upset by the way," I told her, as I gripped the straps of both, my backpack and crossbow. "Just so you know."

"What?" she asked confused.

"You know what I mean. Maybe you shouldn't have done it but I'm not upset," I assured her. "We have all done stuff we are not proud of, but that doesn't mean we are bad people. I'm just glad we are together again."

My mother smiled at me and I actually saw how her icy blue eyes filled with tears at my words, before I would have probably refused to even see her or be in the same room as her but I've changed. I may still keep things inside my chest when something happens or bothers me but I don't allow them to hurt me anymore, and I actually forgive people, at least most of them.

I still haven't forgiven Sean for what he did to me but whenever I remember that, that feeling of overwhelming rage, it's not as strong as before and I don't feel like wanting revenge anymore, I'm letting it go, little by little.

As we continued walking, I noticed Carl was getting tired of carrying Judith in his arms. She was close to being a year old, if she wasn't already, carrying her for more than an hour could be tiring, especially for a kid like Carl. I offered him to take her for now, he didn't want to let go of her but he knew he needed a break so he handed the baby to me.

"Lia!" Judith said happily when I took her in my arms, I smiled at her.

"Mum?" I said, taking the opportunity now that Mika was with Tyreese, some steps behind us. "Where's Lizzie?"

"Uh, I don't really want to talk about it," she said quickly, getting extremely uncomfortable.

"That bad, huh?" I muttered.

My mother only nodded at me without even looking my way. Judith started playing with my hair then, it had been down for around a week, when my last hair tie just broke. I had been braiding it but after a couple of hours the braid is completely gone.

It was around midday now, so we had to take a break, the sun was killing us even when the temperature wasn't as high. And all this morning since we woke up, Daryl hadn't said a single word to me, whenever I had caught him looking at me, he just looked away from me. I wondered if he was like this because of what I confessed yesterday or because I didn't sleep with him, because I was with Tara when I woke up, and maybe because of that he believed I was upset at him? I had no idea what was going through his mind and I was dying to now, all of this situation was making me extremely anxious.

During our break, Daryl went hunting, seeing if he could catch something and this time he didn't ask me to join him. So I stayed with Carl and Judith, I fed the baby and let her fall asleep in my arms after she was fed. Carl laid a small blanket on the ground and I set down Judith there, I was going to held her again once our break was over.

"Do you think anyone survive from Terminus?" I heard Rosita asking Abraham.

"Let's hope not," he said.

I had no idea if someone had made it but as heartless and harsh as it sounds, I do hope all of them died, or at least Gareth and the people that killed the people to eat them later.

During our small break we drank water and ate some of the remains of the raccoon and some crackers, and we only had food for tonight or if we eat very, very little, for tonight and tomorrow morning, so Rick decided it would be best to shorten our break and start walking again, maybe we could find a house or something soon, possibly by tomorrow morning.

I carefully grabbed a sleeping Judith in my arms after I put my backpack over my shoulders while Carl volunteered to take my crossbow. I thanked him and the two of us followed Rick, Michonne and Daryl, who were on the lead.

"Can you show me how to use this?" Carl asked me as he looked down at my crossbow.

"Uh, why don't you ask Daryl?" I muttered. "He is a better teacher than me, he taught me."

"You are good with it now," Carl said with a shrug. "So, will you?"

"Maybe," I told him. "Let's find a safe place first and then we'll talk about it. You could ask Michonne to let you use her sword?" I said with a chuckle, Carl slightly chuckled too.

"That won't happen," Michonne said, overhearing our conversation.

"What about me?" I asked.

"Nope," Michonne said with a smile. "No one touches the sword but me."

"That's selfish, Mich!" I exclaimed.

Our conversation was interrupted by two walkers coming our way, Michonne smirked at Carl and me before turning her attention to the two walkers, who were still at a reasonable distance from us.

"I got it," she exclaimed as she moved her hands to grab her sword as she walked to them, it was then when she and Carl and I realized her sword was gone. It was taken from her in Terminus.

Her smirk vanished and she took a deep sigh, but then she grabbed her long knife and decapitated both walkers. She cleaned the blade with a leave that she found on the ground and then she rejoined us, but this time she stayed on the back of the group, close to Glenn, Maggie and Tara.

About an hour after that, my arms were getting really tired and Judith finally woke up. I handed her to my mother, who calmed her down almost immediately. She was even giggling at my mother, she was so grumpy only a couple of minutes ago and now she was so happy.

Only an hour before dusk, we came across a river. Rick sent Glenn and Daryl to refill our bottles but I volunteered, I needed to clean my wound again and I needed some time alone from everybody else, actually a part of me wished it would have been Glenn to come with me but it was Daryl.

I grabbed the bag with all the bottles after everyone in the group made sure to empty them by drinking every drop, and also got my crossbow back from Carl. I smiled at the boy before following Daryl back to the river we had seen only ten or even less minutes ago.

I knelt by the river once we got there, took off the bandage and cleaned my wound. It looked so much better than yesterday, at least it wasn't bleeding anymore and Bob offered to do some stitches as soon as we find a needle and some thread. I hadn't used anything like my gun or a knife since we escaped from Terminus, but I had done other things and it really hurts. It was very unfortunate to wound my left hand, the one I use for almost everything but hopefully this won't last more than two weeks.

"You have been quiet today," I commented as Daryl kept filling the bottles. "You okay?"

"Sort of," he mumbled in a low tone, I almost didn't understand him.
"Are you angry at me?" I asked him as I finally glanced at him.

"No," he assured me as he also looked at me, making our eyes meet for only a few seconds before we both turned away. "I'm angry but not at you."

"Why are you angry?" He just sighed but didn't say anything to me for a while. I just kept bandaging my hand as I waited for an answer I wasn't going to get, at least for now. "I thought you were upset because I was with Tara when I woke up."

"What?" he exclaimed in surprise. "I don't care about that, don't be silly."

"Okay."

Daryl moved closer to me when he realized I was struggling with the bandage, he took my hand in both of his and softly bandaged my hand once again. Daryl then slowly let go of my hand before he stood up and took the filled bottles of water and put them inside a black backpack, it was Tyreese's.

I also grabbed some and put them inside my own backpack. I put it over my shoulders once again and we both made our way back to the place Rick had chosen to stay for the night. On our way back Daryl got an armadillo and a squirrel, while I got another squirrel, at least we got dinner.

"Wait," Daryl muttered as he gripped my wrist and made me turn around to face him after he had gotten that armadillo and we had started to walk back to the others.

"What is it?" I asked him as I raised my two eyebrows at him. We barely had any light right now and I really wanted to get back but I also wanted to talk to Daryl.

"I'm sorry for making you feel like I'm upset about what you told me yesterday. It was a shock and not good news. You have no idea how sad I am about that but that isn't why I'm like this," he said and then took a deep breath. "I also need to tell you something."

"You are scaring me, Daryl," I exclaimed as I got even closer to him. "Have you been bit or something?"

"No, nothing like that," he assured me.
"Then what is it?"

Daryl took another deep breath as he ran his fingers through his chin and short beard, he turned his gaze from me to the ground. I took both his hands to give him support.

"You can tell me anything," I assured him just before I kissed his cheek. "What is it?"

"Beth," he whispered. "She kissed me."

"What?" I whispered, hoping I didn't hear that properly.

"Beth kissed me, Cecilia."
I felt how my hands stopped gripping Daryl's as I felt something similar to a stab to my heart. I had been shot, I had been stabbed, I had been hit with a gun on the head, I had broken multiple bones at the same time and nothing could hurt as much as this, not even if they are put together. I looked down at the ground as I felt my lips parting a bit, I was baffled about this.

"I didn't want to!" Daryl exclaimed quickly. "I swear. Cecilia, she was drunk and she just did it."

"I can't fucking believe you!" I exclaimed loudly, not being able to control my anger. "So, while I was miles away from you, being scared to death about what was happening to me, about losing our baby, you were kissing another girl!?"

"It wasn't like that! I didn't kiss her back!" Daryl exclaimed as he tried to grab my hand but I jerked it away. "I swear I didn't. I pushed her away!"

"I fucking knew it!" I said in a much quiet tone but I was just as hysteric.

I remembered the time not long ago after we went on a run and we lost Zach, Beth's former boyfriend. Daryl broke the news to her and I saw them hugging each other, I let it pass, knowing Beth was my friend and Daryl wasn't that type of guy, but now I was regretting not confronting both, or at least just Beth.

"I love you!" Daryl almost yelled at me as I started to walk away from him, I stopped dead in my tracks at his words. "Do you actually believe I cheated on you because I wanted to? I swear I'm telling the truth, I pushed her away immediately! Don't you believe me?"

I felt tears falling down my face then, I was glad my back was facing Daryl now. I knew Daryl was faithful, and he would be even if we lived a normal life like before, with no walkers, he wasn't like that and I knew that all he was telling me was true, he had never lied to me, but I was too hurt to calm down and jut forget this. Beth was extremely lucky to not be around, I had no idea what I would have done to her if she was, I would probably be on my way back to camp by now, ready to do something to her.

"I'm so sorry!"

"I believe you," I said in a low tone as I wiped my tears. "But just leave me alone right now."

"I'm sorry," he repeated over and over again as I started to walk away but then stopped once again.

"How did it happen?" I asked as I turned around to see him, I noticed he also had tears in his eyes. He sighed.

"We just got to this house by a graveyard, we were getting along then. I was a complete jerk for the first several days," he told me. I just wanted to tell him to go to the chase but my voice broke when I tried to speak. "We got the moonshine from that shack we found with Michonne that time, do you remember?" I nodded. "I found her drinking more, she was crying about her dad. She hugged me and then she kissed me. Out of nowhere. I was just trying to be nice for once."

"What else?"

"What else? After that I pushed her away and demanded her to stay the fuck away from me, and don't look at me like that, I know I screwed up, I probably should have seen it coming but I didn't kiss her, alright?" he shouted, getting frustrated. "You know what? She actually said we should have some fun, we had had rough days and should relax, she was out of her mind! She tried again but I didn't let her, I'm being honest."

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

"For the same reasons you didn't tell me about the miscarriage," he told me and this time his tone became softer with every word. "After yesterday, I didn't know how to bring it up, you have suffered enough, that's why I avoided you all day. I knew you deserved to know and wanted to tell you but I didn't know how."

I only nodded at him, not knowing what to tell him. I just took a deep breath to calm myself down. A part of me wanted to run into Daryl's arms and tell him everything was going to be fine, that it was behind us now but another part of me wanted to shout and get out everything I was feeling, I wanted to punch something, I wanted to run away and shoot my crossbow repeatedly, I wanted to scream at the top of my lungs and I also wanted to find Beth and give her a piece of my mind... and my fist. I knew Daryl was being honest but that didn't stop me from being angry at him as well.

"We should get back." Was the only thing I said to him, as I looked up at the sky, the sun was already gone.

"I'm sorry." I heard Daryl saying as I turned around.

"Yeah, I know," I told him.

I gripped my crossbow tightly as I started to walk, I let some tears fall, not only because of how hurt I was by what Daryl confessed but I also felt so betrayed by Beth, whom I trusted with all my heart. We were such good friends, I would have never imagined something like this from her.

I wiped my tears quickly, not wanting the others to see me cry. I could hear Daryl following me but not once I looked back at him. I couldn't, not now at least. And he didn't try to stop me or talk to me, I was glad about that. He knew when to give me space or maybe he was too ashamed to even see me in the eye.

As soon as we joined the others I handed the filled bottles I had to Sasha and the squirrel I got to Michonne, while Daryl handed the backpack with the rest of the bottles to Tyreese and then sat a bit far from the others, ready to skin the animals he got earlier. I just sat against a tree, I was close to Maggie and Glenn, but none of them paid attention me.

"You okay?" Rick asked me as he crouched over to be closer to my level.

"I'm okay," I told him. "Just tired."
"Do you know you use the same lie every time something is bothering you and you don't want to talk about it?" Rick told me, making my heart skip a bit. "You already told Daryl?"

"I had to, after saying that to Gareth I had no choice, otherwise he would have believed he was going to have a baby," I told him as I looked down at my hands. "But it's really not that what is making me like this."

"How did he take it?"

"Good, I think, just differently than what I had thought," I admitted. "Has he talked to you?"

"Not yet but I have a feeling he will soon."

"He looked really crushed when I told him," I said out loud, I didn't really mean to say it. "He didn't say he was sad about it or anything but I could tell. I expected some kind of sadness but I guess how the world is now, he would be... I don't know, just know it was the best for us."

"Is it really the best?"

"Of course," I said quickly. "I lost my sister and she was twelve, so many people have lost their kids and after Sophia, I'm not sure if I would have been able to recover from losing it, I would be consumed by guilt and that would hunt me for the rest of my life. Besides, I can't see myself as a mother, Rick. I still feel like a teenager sometimes, especially when everyone but Carl is older than me."

"Do you feel guilty, Cecilia?" Rick asked me.

"What?"

"You just said, you would be consumed by guilt and not recover from losing the baby," Rick said. "I think that's exactly how you feel right now not how you would feel if you had had it and then lost it."

"I didn't even have time to get attached, I lost it before knowing about... it. It happened and I accept it, I still think about it but it's still recent, I'll give it time."

"It's natural to feel that way, Cecilia, but it wasn't your fault. Those are things that happen... there is no explanation, no reason, they just do happen."

"I'm okay, really. I don't know why you think I feel guilt, I don't. I was scared and I thought I was going to die, that was it. I'm okay now."

"Okay," he said but I knew he didn't buy anything I said to him. "But even so, these are hard times for you and Daryl and I think you should be together, the two of you need each other. You didn't even say a word to each other today, and by the looks of it, you won't do it anytime soon," Rick told me as he glanced at Daryl, who was on the other side of our camp for tonight. "Don't let this break the two of you, stop it before it's too late."

"What do you mean?"

"This can only be a stone on the way and you can move on from this but sometimes that stone keeps making damage, making a bigger and bigger wound until it's too big to heal it. I'm telling you because that's what happened to me and Lori. I regret not being with her when she needed me, she reached out for me but I just kept pushing her away. Don't make that mistake and if he pushes you away, then try harder and harder. And if he is the one reaching out, then just don't push him away, bring him closer to you."

"And if we are both pushing each other away?"

"Then stop being so proud and push your anger away and go to him. Just don't give up. I know you love him and I know he loves you too."

I bit my lip and nodded at Rick, being unable to find words to say to him. He smiled, crouched even more and kissed the top of my head.

"You can always count on me," he told me. "For anything. I can even intervene and try to talk to him too if you both need it."
"I know, thank you."

"And thank you for taking care of Judith today, I know she has gotten heavier lately."
"No problem," I told him with a smile. "I can do it tomorrow too."

"We'll see," Rick said, returning my smile. "If you are not going to join Daryl tonight, you can join us. I'm sure Carl will be happy about that."

"Thanks."

After we ate the animals Daryl and I brought earlier, I took first watch, the night before I was free from doing that but today I volunteered to get the first one, then I woke Michonne up. I shook her slightly and she was up instantly.

I glanced at Daryl, he was close to Glenn and Maggie, I wanted to go over there and lie down next to him and fall asleep in his arms but the wound was too fresh at the moment. I needed to give it some more time. If Beth kissed him, it really wasn't his fault but every time I looked at him I imagined the scene and that just filled my soul with more rage and fury.

I looked around and almost went to Sasha, but I knew she would question me, same as Michonne and I really didn't need that now. Rick said I could join them but Carl would notice something being off and he would start planning stuff to fix our situation and I wasn't in the mood for that. I was just about to sit down on my spot from earlier, when Rick came to talk to me, all by myself when I saw Tara out of the corner of my eye. She was awake and she would probably be the only one to not question me about not being with Daryl at the moment, so I walked towards her.

"Can't sleep?" I asked her.

"No," she said with a sigh. "Every time I sleep I see my sister being eaten alive and what happened at the prison too."

"I get you," I told her. "It happened to me too, I lost my sister as well. A very long time ago and still, sometimes I get horrible images too."

"I'm sorry," she said. "Was it... you know, after the change?"

"Just like three months after everything started, she was Carl's age, uh do you mind if I join you?" I asked awkwardly.

"Oh, no, not at all."

"Thanks," I said with a smile as I sat next to her.

"Uh, are you okay? You seem... sad."

"I guess you can say I'm sad but I'm also okay."

"Anything you want to want to talk about?"

"No. Not tonight."

Do you know those days when you wake up and realize you are losing valuable time because you are not doing anything? Or just feel like you need a change and quick? That was today for me, :/

Anyway, QOTD, if you were in Cecilia's place, what would you have done? He may be Daryl Dixon but you gotta get mad right? Maybe not forever but you can't just run into his arms 3 seconds after that confession, right?

Another weird question, what do you think about killing the main character of a story? I swear I'm not planning to kill Cecilia, I do have ideas for events of season 7, so she's isn't dying any time soon. I promise. But wanted to know your opinion.