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"Jamie. Hey, Jamie. Wake up." Daryl whispered, shaking her slightly. Jamie started- at some point in time, she must've cried herself to sleep.
"Hey. It's lunch time. Come on."
She shook her head, curling back up and putting her head down.
"Don't be like that. Get up." Daryl ordered.
"No. Leave me." Jamie snapped.
Daryl stopped and turned, heading in for lunch. Jamie stood and strode into the prison yard, feeling the grass beneath her feet and looking around.
Daryl sat down in their make-shift kitchen, but suddenly he wasn't very hungry. He stood, looking out after Jamie in the yard.
"Jamie. Come on, kid, we can't just keep acting like this is nothing. Jamie!" He got frustrated, then, when she didn't respond, and stalked into the yard. "Hey! I'm talkin to you, Jamie!" He placed a heavy hand on her shoulder and she whirled. Daryl stepped back, surprised to see her face streaked with tears.
"Jamie?" He asked quietly.
"You didn't even say goodbye." She sobbed out. "Before you ran off with the guys. You just left- you could've d-died..." and she started to back up.
"Jamie. Please, I- I'm sorry." Daryl said. "I just... When I heard those shots... I figured you were a goner. And when you came back, I was so pissed because you could've DIED." Tears WERE actually streaming down his face.
"I only went to look for ammo. I was trying to protect Carol." She said, sniffing.
"I know, baby girl, I know, and I- I'm sorry."
And with those words, she ran to him, hugging him.
Daryl sank to his knees, pulling Jamie close to him.
"I was so scared..." She admitted. "When all those walkers came. I... I could imagine you... finding what was left of me... And I realized... I realized there was no one to save me if I needed it."
Daryl stared, stroking the raccoon fur hat she was still wearing.
"It's okay to be afraid, Jamie. You just gotta remember to be brave. NEVER stop fighting until you're dead. Give it all you got. And don't you EVER scare me like that again, okay?"
Jamie nodded, still clinging to him. "P-promise me... Promise me you'll say goodbye... Don't just leave..."
"I promise, baby girl. But you STAY with the group when I'm gone. I can't always protect you..."
Jamie nodded, but she still clung to him.
"You wanna go inside?" Daryl asked quietly.
"Not yet." Jamie said quietly. Carol watched from the doorway, smiling. They were back.