Chapter 74: Revenge
DPOV
~A few days ago~
During the ride back home, from the building she'd been held hostage in, she hardly looked at anyone from what I'd heard. All she did, was sit there silently. We all had but not even Kat's hope was shinning through. It was dimmed and too dark for her let it shine through. This was what Rick had told me.
Something awful happened, I could feel it and I didn't want to question her. Not now that we just got back to safety. Not now that we just got back home. Needing our rest, we all silently had left to our respective homes.
Rick had showed concern, told me to talk to her, if I could and to keep an eye on Kat during our rest. Seeing as we had been up all night, waiting for our attack and up all morning, looking for the girls until the evening, we got back home and decided we all had earned a much needed rest.
After sharing a shower with Kat, neither of us said a word but I had noticed how her bottom lip was cut, from a blow she had to the face. Holding her, I wanted to keep her safe, to show her I cared.
Being with her, I felt lucky she chose me out of the many people we now had in our lives. When I was done rinsing off the day from my skin, I went to lay in bed and wait for her to join me. Drying her hair with a towel, Kat's eyes looked distant as she focused on anything but me.
"You want to talk about what happened?" I asked her.
Kat had let out a long, deep sigh. "I'd rather not," she answered me bluntly. It was like she instantly realised how this would hurt me. Nodding, I looked anywhere but at her. Turning to me, her eyes searched for mine. "It's not that I don't want to...I just that I can't," she tried to explain to me why she couldn't talk.
I knew fairly what happened. They had to kill people in order to get out. How they did it. How many, I didn't know. "Not yet," Kat added.
Slipping the towel onto the ground, Kat began getting dressed and now, I could see a few marks starting to show on her back mostly. They were faint but they were appearing. "You're not going out there again," I grumbled.
"Not for killing Saviors," I specified what I was stopping her from doing. I couldn't risk her getting in trouble or hurt again. This time she survived but what if she didn't the next time? I thought to myself.
Kat's body tensed. "I can still go out there Daryl," her voice was stern. "I'm fine," she assured me of her own state, but clearly she wasn't. "I just need time," she sighed.
Once Kat had finally got into something comfortable for bed, she crawled over to me and straddled my lap. Her hands on my face, her lips slowly finding mine. The kisses we had exchanged, that she initiated were slow, sensual and tender.
As she attempted to build the intensity of them, I wasn't feeling up for it and didn't want that for us after all we'd gone through lately. Pulling back, my hand found its way up to cup her face in my palm.
Gazing into her eyes, she seemed confused by my polite rejection. "We should sleep," I suggested softly. "It's been a long day," I gave her this excuse that spoke the truth to her.
Pursing her lips, her fingers gradually removed pressure to my skin as she glanced to our laps and then to my eyes. "Yeah," she agreed stiffly. "You're right," she whispered.
Moving off my lap, she crawled under the covers and cuddled the pillow. For once in our relationship, Kat didn't want to sleep, cuddling up to me. Instead, she turned her back on me and created a wider distance between us.
The gap alone, was strangely not what I was used to anymore. Since every night we had shared the bed, held each other. Even if most times, only my arm rest around her back and the other was tucked under or above my head, I still had her clutching to me.
Remembering we had both been through enough in the past couple of hours, I decided to let it go. She needed time. She needed space. And I was going to give her whatever she needed.
KPOV
As I woke up, I saw that the spot beside me was empty and for the first time in a while, I had been able to fall back asleep after waking up in the middle of the night. When I woke up this time, it was already early morning.
Carl wasn't beside me anymore, but his hat stayed atop the bedside table. Leaving it there, so he knew where to find it, I checked up on Judith and changed her before feeding her. Letting her rest some more, I went to make myself something to eat for breakfast.
What I found, was Daryl, asleep on the couch and as much as I wanted to wake him, I didn't. He's had a rough night. He needs as much sleep as he can get. Making breakfast for the two of us, I left his plate in front of him and wrote him a note.
Hoping he'd read it and take it as a positive thing, rather than a negative thing, I wanted him to know that the act I'd done, was because I cared. Before Judith could wake up, I sat upstairs in the rocking chair by her crib.
Without realising, my eyes had shut for a few minutes as I rest my head against my first that was propped up by my elbow against the arm rest. I'm so exhausted from it all.
CPOV
When I had woken up, Kat was fast asleep and I knew she had been finding it hard to sleep lately. Brushing hair away from her face, she seemed peaceful for once and I didn't want to wake up. Leaving, I had left my hat on the bedside table.
Taking a snack for breakfast, I had seen Daryl had fallen asleep on the couch, like a boyfriend who had been sent to sleep on it. He was out, like a light. Trying to move as quietly as I could, when I reached the door, I left and didn't turn back.
Wandering the streets, I decided to go to the armoury and check out what was in the pantry alongside it. Picking up one of the guns Kat and the others brought back with them, I saw a mark of what appeared to be a bat with barbed wire carved into the grip.
Tracing my thumb over it, I felt my heart beat slow and knew the trauma lots of people now had, was due to these people. Kat's not the same. Maggie's not the same. Carol's not the same. I felt sad for them because I didn't know how to help them.
As my jaw hardened and I swallowed just as hard. Tucking the gun behind my back, I stored it somewhere safe and promised myself to use their own weapon if these tyrants ever showed up to our gates.
DPOV
As the sun shone into my eyes, I felt my dream lighten up and my brain slowly return to the moment. Blinking slowly, I gradually woke up and turned my head to see something unusual in my periphery vision.
When I focused my sight on what it was I saw, I had noticed that there was a note with my name on it. Sitting up, I picked up the note and glanced at the table beside me. Behind the note, was an omelette, just for me.
Lifting the paper to read the note, I saw Kat had wrote the words 'We need to talk.' on the pages. Glancing at the omelette, part of me wanted to eat it, because Kat made it for me.
But another part of me couldn't, even if I wanted to. I didn't have an appetite for anything at all. Instead, I pushed the plate away a little and strolled up the steps. Approaching Judith's nursery, I found Kat sat in the rocking chair.
Kat was fast asleep, as was Judith. Leaning against the door frame, I held onto her note and chewed the inside of my cheek. Unable to wake her, after a night she had hopefully slept more with Carl sharing the bed with her.
I couldn't bring myself to wake either of them. Turning around, I rushed down the steps and slipped out of the building. Shutting the door behind me, I walked over to my bike and paced on the spot.
Keeping my up at night, was the memory of Denise. Of Dwight. Of everything that happened because of my decision to help them rather than kill them. Guilt took over me last night and still had a terrible grip on me now.
Hopping on my bike, I held onto the key chain Denise got yesterday. The one that had the name of her brother, rather than her own name. She said I reminded her of her brother. That I made her feel safe. I couldn't protect her from Dwight.
Michonne had left the house too, not long after me, she greeted me quickly and went to go join Maggie and Glenn. Whatever they had planned, wasn't for me today.
Denise's death, it was on me and it was my fault Dwight killed her. All because I didn't kill him in the first place. As I tapped the key chain to my leg, deep in my dark thoughts, I knew what I had to do. I wasn't going to rest until I did it.
My mind wouldn't be at ease until I killed him. Until I got my revenge, until I righted my wrong, I wasn't going to feel alright. Looking to the house, I knew Kat would be upset with me but I had to do this.
All I could do, was hope she would forgive me. Taking the note out, I tucked it back into my jacket pocket and glanced back up at the house. I hope you can forgive me...
RPOV
Slowly, I began waking up, with the woman I cared about, nestled into my arms. Our naked bodies pressed together as a sheet was the only thing keeping us covered and warm. Kissing her shoulder, I felt Michonne shift and take something from the bedside table.
Hearing her take a bite out of something, my eyebrows shot up and I instantly realised what it was she was chewing on. It was an apple. As she laughed and shifted to hover the apple in front of my face, I leaned up to take a bite out of it.
The delicious sweet taste of an apple was a welcome snack to have in the morning that I hadn't tasted in what felt like forever. "Mm. This is good," I hummed in delight as I chewed on the delicious taste of nature in my mouth.
"Mm, it is," Michonne agreed, holding the apple, I held her and kissed her shoulder again. Michonne chuckled, her hand brushing my fingers gently. "Jesus came through," she told me.
Knowing it hadn't been easy, we all pulled through it together. "They all did," I stated. "And they're all gonna keep coming through," I was confident in this.
"Maggie asked me and Glenn to help put up more bins and watch points," Michonne informed me of what she was tasked with today.
Shifting, I looked to the window, the sunlight was shinning through but it wasn't as bright as I knew it could be. "S-stick around," I encouraged her to have a couple more minutes here with me. "Judith-Judith's with Kat, she's fine," I assured Michonne there was no need to rush.
Kat's hand could be seen in the monitor as she was picking her up. Shifting to plant kisses along all the skin I could find, Michonne laughed. "Wait, no. No, no, no, no," she tried to stop me from going further.
"Yeah? Why not?" I asked her, teasing her with a small smirk on my lips.
Her hand slipped into my hair, massaging her fingers into the nape of my neck. "No," she said softly. "Maggie has us on a schedule and I'm not pissing off a pregnant lady," she informed me of what she didn't have planned today.
Knowing Maggie needed her, I would have to let Michonne go eventually. "Yeah," I agreed. "Not that pregnant lady," Michonne had stuff to do.
"Right," she agreed with me.
Shifting, before I could change my mind, I decided to let her leave. "Go," I encouraged her to do what she had to.
Laughing as she climbed out of bed, I shifted to lay back down in bed. Taking another bite of the apple. "She's worried about an attack," Michonne said.
Chewing quickly, I swallowed the little piece that I had in my mouth. "When they come for us, we'll end it, the whole thing," I assured her there was nothing to worry about. "This won't be like before."
I was confident in us. "We're putting everything in place and these people know what to do now. The world's ours, and we know how to take it," I was reassuring Michonne that this whole world was ours now.
That we had nothing to fear. Shifting to prop myself up with one elbow, I gestured to point directly at the bed. "Everything we need is right here inside these walls. We're not losing any of it again," I said, shaking my head as I said it. "I'm not," I was certain about this.
"No, you're not," Michonne was quick to agree. Offering her the apple, after one final bite, she gently took it from me. "I'm not," she included herself into this too.
MPOV
Once I was dressed, I wandered over to check in on Kat and Judith, who were sat together, reading a nursery book. Letting them enjoy their time together, I left to find Maggie and Glenn. Finding Daryl sat on his bike outside, he had been overthinking something as I greeted him.
Now wanting to bother him, I knew he was the kind of guy that had a lot going on in his mind at times. Finding Glenn and Maggie, both of them were loading guns and putting them into the bins.
"We'll have these, but we should hide a few," Maggie said as I approached, slung my sword around my torso by its strap. "That way, we can find them, but strangers can't. In case anyone gets in," this was Maggie's plan.
Seeing the couple work together, it was a nice sight. "They won't," Glenn assured her this wouldn't be the case.
The sound of a motorcycle engine revving had me turn my head in the direction of the sound. "Oh, no," I grumbled, knowing Daryl was going out.
And he was going out for blood. As I saw him ride up to the gate, no one opened it for him. So he decided to do it for himself.
DPOV
Deciding to leave, I wasn't going to sit easy the longer I knew Dwight was out there and still alive. Riding up to the gate, I saw everyone turn around to look at me and when I stopped, no one opened the gates for me.
Momentarily getting off my bike, I dragged the gates open for me to get out. "Where are you going?" Rosita asked me as she was the one taking watch.
"Out," I answered bluntly.
Abraham stood on the watch post, his boots sounding heavy as he walked to the edge. "No, shit," Abraham grumbled down at me. "You got specifics?" he asked me instead.
Not answering either of them, I decided to make them figure it out. As I rode out, I could only picture Dwight and Denise. I have to make this right.
MPOV
"What the hell is he doing?" Glenn asked me, but was asking for it as more of a rhetorical question instead.
We all knew what he was doing but no one wanted to accept that he was that stupid to go out there alone. "Something he shouldn't," I answered as I ran over to the truck to try and stop him.
I heard something lift up from the bin and was sure Glenn was pulling out a gun. "We gotta stop him," Glenn said to Maggie and myself, I assumed as I rushed to get to Daryl in time to follow him.
While he zoomed out past the gates, Glenn got in the drivers side as we went to chase after Daryl. "Whoa!" I heard Abraham yell as he stopped in front of us, causing Glenn to brake hard, forcing the tires to squeal. "Make room for my freckled ass," Abraham ordered humorously.
"No!" Rosita stopped Abraham from coming with us. "Cover my watch," she ordered. "You stay," this was her suggestion to Abraham.
Glenn on the other hand, didn't want to take that many with us. "Hey, we should keep numbers here," he argued.
As Rosita came to my window, she stopped and looked over at Glenn. "I know where Daryl's going," she informed us, which was convincing enough to me as I heard the back door open before we felt Rosita climb in. As we drove off after him, I could only hope we could get to him in time.
KPOV
As I read a story to Judith, she seemed happy about it and I had expected Daryl to come find me soon. Instead, I had gone down and found the omelette was untouched, the note was gone and so was Daryl's bike.
Hoping he just took it to the garage, or to put it near the cars and trucks, I continued to look after my baby sister. Spending some time with dad or Carl, it was a fairly balanced morning. But I still was eager for my talk with Daryl.
As soon as I heard a knock on the door, dad had gone to open the door and I had sneaked around a corner to see Tobin at our door. A note in hand, dad quickly read it, took his coat, shrugged it on and left with Tobin.
Today was a strange day and I just wanted it to go right for once. I felt emotional, like I just needed someone there for me and with Daryl and I pulling apart, I felt I was losing him. A thousand questions popped into my head.
Did he not want the omelette? Does he not want me anymore? Does he hate me? Does he blame me for Denise like I blame me? Will he find me some-point today? Does he not want to see me? My mind ran in circles with these questions.
But most of all, what made my dad and Tobin rush off so quickly?
RPOV
After reading Carol's note, I was eager to get her back. I needed to bring her back. She was family and she was only going through something that I knew she needed to let pass. Her letter consisted of the love she had for us, that she predicted the wars would never end.
That people would keep coming, trying to take what we had and that killing, didn't sit right with her. Not at the cost of her love for us. "What time did she leave? Do you know what she took?" I asked Tobin as we rushed off, trying to see if we could catch up to her.
"Sometime in the night. I never heard her go, but she made a bunch of food, you know. She took her pack, one of my coats-" he listed all the things he knew of and what he remembered.
Making our way to the gates, I was determined to get her back. "Did she leave on foot?" I continued to interrogate Tobin as I cut him off.
Tobin was trying to keep up but he was just as frazzled and confused as I imagined him to be with all of this. "I-I don't know," Tobin had stuttered.
Sasha, Abraham and Morgan were all stood by the gate. "Rick, I took over at 12:00, I was on till 6:00. I never saw anything," Sasha reported back to me.
"Front's been quiet since the others left," Abraham said, which only confused me more as to what the hell was going on.
Needing to know who left and where, I was just as shocked to find out that more people had disappeared. "What? Who?" I asked, needing to know everything that was going on.
The next name that appeared to be missing on my list made me know that Kat would be worried for these particular people. "Daryl," Abraham stated bluntly. "He went ICBM after the Saviors from yesterday. Glenn, Michonne, Rosita, they all went to shut that shit down," he gave me all the facts.
The fact Daryl was out for blood, made me realise just how stupid he was being. He feels guilty about it. Kat is going to try and go after them when she finds out. He's going to get them all in trouble or worse, killed.
Bringing my hand to my forehead as I took a few breaths and steps away from them, I needed to re-evaluate the situation. "Where's the other car?" Tobin asked as he approached the gate a little more.
"We added two more cars yesterday," Tobin informed me. "One of them's missing, the one we put right between those houses," he pointed to where the missing car was supposed to be.
This must be how she left. "You can barely see between the houses from up top, especially at night," Abraham informed us.
Glancing to where the car was supposed to be, in my gut, I knew Carol must have used the car to escape. "The note, can I see it?" Morgan asked me out of the blue.
In all the time we'd been talking, Morgan hadn't said a word. Giving him the note, he walked off to read it. "You never saw any headlights, taillights?" I questioned Sasha. "She's smart enough to cover her tracks."
All of us knew Carol was smart, she was strong and capable of sneaking out of here without detection. But if they saw this, maybe we had a sense of direction as to where she would be going. "She must've left during the shift change," was all Sasha could predict.
Which was just as smart as Carol must have been. During a change, no one would be up there. It would give Carol enough time to escape. "Where are you going?" I asked as I saw Morgan head to the cars.
"I'm gonna go find her," he told me without even looking back at me.
Trying to steady my breathing, my heart was pumping at the stress this was giving me. Too much is happening right now. "Wait," I ordered firmly.
Glancing over to Abraham and Sasha, I knew I could count on them to protect and look after my kids. "Tell Kat and Carl that I'll be back soon," I gave them a message. "No one else leaves. Everyone else stays ready for a fight," this was my final order as I walked to the car.
As the engine started, I had took my seat and the others opened the gates for us. We have to find her. We have to bring her back.
KPOV
After leaving Carl with Judith, I decided to go have a stroll around the streets. My bow on my back, ready to go to my training spot. When suddenly, I heard a pair of voices talking to each other on the steps of Maggie's house. "It's just crazy," Aaron's voice said to someone. "He just sped off like that."
I tried to sneak a glance at who he was talking to. "He's feeling guilty," I instantly recognised Maggie's voice respond to him. "Must be thinking Denise's death was his fault for not killing that Savior when he had a chance," I instantly knew they were talking about what happened yesterday.
The fact Daryl didn't find me, didn't eat, didn't sleep, it must have been him they were talking about. "But that kind of thing, it's not on him or any of them," Aaron argued.
When I looked at them, Maggie had been sat on the porch steps and Aaron towered over her, standing in front of her. "If those wolves were still out there, if any of them had survived..." Maggie gave him a thing to picture.
"Wouldn't you have gone looking for them? Killed them for the mistake you had made?" Maggie asked him. "That's what he's doing," Maggie got her answer when he didn't say anything.
Having another glance, I saw Aaron nod his head. "He's gone to make it right," Aaron understood. "Daryl's smart, I just hope he can make it back," Aaron sounded hopeful as he spoke. "That they all can make it back."
Feeling my body tense up the more I heard about Daryl being out there, alone, I was angry with everyone. Not one of them had come to me, to tell me Daryl was out there. Storming past them, I saw Maggie shoot up from her spot when she saw me.
"Kat!" I heard Maggie yell after me as she started to chase me.
I was on a mission, I was going to bring him back and have that talk with him. As soon as I got to the gates, Abraham stopped me before I could drag the gate open. "Where the hell do you think you're going?" he yelled at me as he grabbed me by my shoulders.
Glaring at him, I forced his hold on me to let go as I yanked my shoulders back. "Daryl's out there, isn't he?" I asked him. "Why did no one tell me?" I questioned, my voice shook with anger as Sasha approached us slowly.
"Because Michonne, Glenn and Rosita are out there," Abraham said, looking me directly in the eyes. "They're going to shut that shit down," how Abraham sounded, it was like he was confident that that could.
They didn't know Daryl. When he was set on something, he didn't stop until it was done. It was a trait he always had. "I should be out there with them," I pointed behind him, being firm in my words.
Trying to get past him, Abraham grabbed my shoulder again and dragged me back. "No," he said a little firmly. "Now your father is out there too, looking for Carol with Morgan as his companion," he decided to tell me this now.
Shocked by this news, I was wondering what the hell was going on today. "And if there is anyone I know capable of having the same pair of cojones that he has with him being gone," Abraham said, pronouncing cojones as co-hoe-knees.
His eyes were staring directly into my eyes. "It's you," Abraham was confident I could hold this place together with my father not being present.
"He needs as many able bodies here to protect this place should a fight break loose," Abraham spoke in his regular soldier tone. "Your father is counting on you to stay here, just like the rest of us," he was putting all this responsibility on our shoulders. On my shoulders.
My eyes fell, saddened as I knew my duty was to the town. To our home. To protect it and defend us from the Saviors, should they attack. "Kat, he's right..." Sasha slowly stepped closer to me.
Her voice was soft, sweet and understanding towards my frustration. "Look, just go talk to Maggie," Sasha encouraged me to speak to someone who understood me better. Me and Maggie have been through so much.
Glancing behind me, I saw Maggie stood up, panting, her eyes worried for me and Aaron stayed beside her. From the distance, I could tell Maggie just wanted me to stay there, with her. Nodding, I looked back to Sasha and knew what I had to do now.
This town needs me. My brother needs me. Judith needs me. And Maggie needs me. I couldn't leave them. I had to have faith Michonne, my dad and the others, all knew what they were doing.
RPOV
Sat in the car, we had been following the tire tracks Carol had left behind. All of it had pointed east, so we were going that way. "You didn't have to come," Morgan had finally broke the silence after a while of not speaking to one another.
"We have to try, even if it's a long shot, even if it's dangerous," I said, owing it to Carol to find her. "Tire tracks pointed east...we go east," this much, we had agreed on.
Morgan didn't know Carol that well, yet he was the first one to sign up to go find her. "Saviors' compound that you and the group-that you went to, that was west," Morgan tried to make sense of Carol's thinking. "Seems like she went east."
His excuse was trying to point to the thought that Carol was trying to get away from the Saviors, rather than go directly to them. "You don't even know Carol," I remarked.
"Oh, I got to. A little," Morgan argued, assuring me he knew enough about Carol to know her way of thinking.
I could hardly look at Morgan, I wondered why he decided to look for her. "Why are you doing this?" I decided to just ask him, straight up.
Since the day of the meeting, his way of thinking just didn't leave him. It wasn't the way we were going to live. Not anymore. And I couldn't stand with him on his beliefs.
Somehow, it was like he read my mind. "What I believe-" Morgan went to discuss what he stood for. "I'm not right. There is no right," he came to terms with something. "There's just the wrong that doesn't pull you down," Morgan was convinced about this.
He thinks killing is wrong. That it can bring us down. That it can break us. So far, killing is what kept me alive. Kept my children alive. "It hasn't pulled me down," I spoke with confidence, proving his belief was wrong.
"I think it will. 'Cause I know you," Morgan sounded certain that eventually, it would catch up to me.
CPOV
Sat with Judith, she had been good, calm and would play with the red cups we had laying around for her. As she would put the cup over an alphabet block, I would smile and make sure she didn't fall forward or back.
Hearing footsteps approaching, I glanced up and saw Kat stood by the frame of the door. "Hey," I greeted her.
"Hey," she greeted back. Taking a few steps closer, Kat glanced between me and Judith as we sat on the floor. "How has she been?" Kat asked me about Judith.
Glancing at Judith, she babbled and would slap the cup into the floor, her eyes bright as she looked to Kat. "Good," I answered her. "Is it my shift next?" I was curious if it was me who would be up for a few hours next.
All of us took a few hours to take watch. In case the Saviors showed up. "Mmhm," Kat hummed her response. "Carl?" she called to me, my eye peeling off of Judith to look at her.
Kat was leaning against the closet door. "Dad's out there, looking for Carol. He told the others to tell us that he'll be back soon," Kat informed me of what was going on with our father.
Nodding, I knew our dad was capable of getting back to us. "And Michonne is out there, with Glenn and Rosita," this information Kat gave me was new to me. "They're trying to stop Daryl from getting himself killed or possibly kidnapped."
Hearing this news, I had an inkling as to what it was about. "Is this because of yesterday?" I wondered if it had anything to do with what happened to Denise.
Kat's eyes were sad as she stared at the floor. "I don't think it's about just that," Kat's words were sad. It could be about the time he got kidnapped too.
Silence fell upon us for a few seconds. "I was supposed to talk to him," Kat broke that silence. "I made him breakfast and he left it there, untouched," her voice broke a little, like she was hurt by this action made by Daryl.
Studying her features, she was deep in thought. "What were you two going to talk about?" I was curious to know.
"About Denise, that her death was on me," Kat's eyes met mine. "I was the one who suggested she go out there with us," Kat explained why she felt this death landed on her shoulder. "Her death was on me. Not him," Kat was confident in this statement.
But I didn't see it that way. "It's not on any of you, I told you that," I reminded her.
"That's beside the point," Kat argued lightly. "I was going to talk to him, about last night, as to why I needed you last night," Kat explained what else they needed to discuss.
Seeing as this was couple stuff, I felt a little honoured Kat was sharing this with me. "Make him know that I still wanted him, that its just bumps that we can get through if we worked through them together," Kat's voice was so soft, it reminded me of my mom.
How despite it all, my mom and dad were still trying to make it work. Even when we had thought Kat was gone. It wasn't easy but I could see Kat and Daryl coming out of this stronger than our parents did.
"That you still care about him," I spoke up, nodding as my eyes were glued to the floor. "I get that," I looked back up at her.
Glancing to Judith, she had been squealing and hitting the cup harder into the floor. Her arms were flapping, making me smile and Kat chuckle. When Judith finally calmed down, Kat spoke. "I think I was going to tell him that I might..." Kat drifted off.
It was like she was looking for the right words. "Love him," Kat had said the two words she was meant to say to Daryl. The fact she was considering this was her feelings for him, it was a nice moment for me to witness.
Staring at her, she was keeping her eyes glued to the floor. "Do you?" I asked her, making her head lift to look up at me. "Do you love him?" I asked her the question in full.
Her eyes held my gaze. "Yeah, I do," she answered with a serious tone in her voice.
All her honesty was poured out to me. Getting up, I picked Judith up into my arms too. "Then you should definitely talk to him when he gets back," I advised Kat, staying hopeful about Daryl coming back to us, because I knew he had to.
As I got to my feet, I kept my eye on Kat and pursed a soft smile. "That's something he's going to need to hear," I gave her my opinion as I handed Judith over to her.
Walking to the door, Kat had moved her attention to our baby sister. "And Kat?" I called to her as I stood by the door. When Kat's eyes met mine, I waited a few seconds before I spoke.
"I think he loves you too," I declared confidently, because I knew Daryl. And I knew Kat. For the longest time, they had been tip-toeing around this topic. Tip-toeing around their feelings for each other.
Now that they were a couple, it was right that they finally felt like they could be open to each other about everything. Bowing my head, Kat had offered me a gradual, sad smile as I walked out the room, down the stairs and went to take my shift.
RPOV
Coming to a point, I could see a truck stopped in the road. "There," Morgan announced.
"I see it," I assured him I had noticed it too. Climbing out once Morgan parked the car, we began to examine the scene at a distance. It was recent, people had died and there had been a stand. "That's her car," I was sure when I saw the defences on one of the car. "You see her?" I asked Morgan.
"No," he answered.
Hearing soft whimpering, one of the men had been laying on the ground, bleeding out. Approaching him, I had my knife in hand, at the ready. Getting to one knee, I grabbed hold of his shirt and forced him to look at me.
I needed to know where she was. "Hey, where is she?" I asked but all he did was gurgle and whimper. He can't say anything. He won't. Digging my knife into his skull, I ended his suffering and we returned to the silence.
Inspecting the scene, Morgan walked ahead but I had noticed a weapon on the ground that looked familiar. Picking it up, it was a spear, made by the people at the Hilltop. "The Saviors were getting weapons from the Hilltop's blacksmith. These men were Saviors," I was sure of this.
One of the men had turned, crouched in front of us, he was eating away at one of his Savior buddies. Morgan was the one to take it out. "There's blood here. She could've been hit," Morgan was inspecting one of the poles we had in the car.
Keeping close to the truck, I glanced around us and saw that Carol did put up a good fight. "I'm proud of her," I told Morgan.
"How's that?" Morgan asked me as he returned to stand beside me.
Looking ahead, to the fields, there was a barn not far and I had a feeling she would of gone that way. "She took four of them down," I stated what Carol was capable of doing. "That woman, she's a force of nature," I knew this much.
Carol was one of the strongest survivors I knew. "She left because she can't anymore. That's what her letter said," Morgan reminded me what her letter showed us that Carol did not.
Looking to Morgan, I didn't like that he was using this as the main excuse of her not wanting to be with us anymore. "She could because she had to," I knew that some circumstances, killing was necessary if we were to survive.
"Sometimes you have to," it was the only way we lived now and Morgan had to see that. I had to convince him this was the way the world worked now.
Morgan didn't want to discuss my views but he was always happy to discuss his own. "There's more blood opposite these men that leads into the field. It's a trail. Could be Carol's. She could still be alive. She's not here," Morgan suggested.
All the meanwhile, I had been searching the area, I had found a gun under the truck and checked it for bullets. It was full, they must not have had a chance to shoot her as she took them down. Taking the gun, I kept tight hold of it.
"Most of their guns are gone. She might've taken them," I assumed this was what happened as I went to Morgan.
Now, we had to find her trail and find her. "Those, too," Morgan agreed with me.
Sighing, I didn't want to come to terms with maybe Carol being dead. That maybe she was a walker, that she didn't survive the fight. "Or she could've died here, even if she isn't here," I agreed with Morgan. Carol isn't here.
"Trail goes this way," Morgan spoke over his shoulder at me.
Gesturing for him to take the lead, I tucked the gun into the back of my pants and followed Morgan. "They were close to Alexandria. There's even more of them. We didn't end it," we knew this as much.
Especially with Dwight also being a threat to us out there too. Walking side by side, Morgan's focus was on the trail. On finding Carol. "No. You started something," Morgan had subtly agreed with me but stated it was more than I anticipated.
MPOV
Once we parked up, we all climbed out. A few walkers were munching on corpses the others had left behind. Ending them with a swing of my sword, the snarling and growling stopped. Rosita had stopped by the spot where Rick and the others found Denise.
"That's where she died," Rosita stared blankly to the patch of blood that had been where Denise was.
"Alright, so he had to start from here," I heard Glenn say as I inspected a bush.
Conveniently, I saw a huge bush of leaves covering something that looked to be hidden. Tugging on the branch, I saw Daryl's bike underneath the natural blanket he created. "He did," I told the others as I showed them what I found.
Nodding to me, Glenn then turned around and walked back to Rosita. "Which way did Dwight run?" Glenn asked her. "Rosita?" Glenn tried to pull her bak to the moment.
Turning quickly, her eyes snapped back at him and her face was contorting in anger. "We should let him do this," Rosita firmly believed that what Daryl was doing, was something we should just allow.
I couldn't. Kat will be devastated if anything happened to him. "But he doesn't know what he's doing. We don't," Glenn argued the point we were all making.
"Maybe him trying this makes you feel better about it right now. Maybe they keep knowing more about us than we know about them," Glenn listed all the possibilities out to her. "Or maybe Daryl's gonna get himself killed," this was the thing we all desperately were trying to prevent.
Rosita could hardly look at him but she glanced to me. When mention of Daryl getting killed hit her, she lowered her gaze to the floor. "Which way did Dwight run?" Glenn asked her again.
Looking to the pool of blood one last time, when Rosita met Glenn's gaze, she gestured with a lift of her chin and her eyes towards the direction Dwight had run to. Leading the way, I tried to keep close to the others and slowly let Rosita overtake me.
DPOV
Scouting the trail for hours, I needed to find Dwight before the trail went cold. I needed to kill him. The sound of rustling was heard, as I knew the others would be coming after me, to try and stop me.
Moving closer to the sound, I rose my crossbow and shot a bolt to the tree, giving the others a warning shot. They need to go back. They needed to stop trying to make me go back. Rosita didn't seem pleased by my shot.
An angry look in her eyes as she gasped, ripping the bolt out of the tree and marched over to me. "Watch the hell out, asshole," Rosita snarled at me.
Storming over to them, Rosita too had marched angrily over to me. "I did," I stated that I knew it was them. That they were lucky I didn't hit them. "You shouldn't have come," I growled as I snatched my bolt from Rosita's grasp.
"You shouldn't have left!" Michonne yelled back at me.
Stomping around them, I didn't need them here to convince me to go back. I had to do this. Slowing, the thought of Kat crossed my mind now that Michonne was here.
Turning to face them, I needed them to understand why I had to do this and walked closer to them. "When I split off from Sasha and Abraham, he was out there in the woods, in that burned-out forest with them girls, put a gun to my head, tied me up," my voice got louder the more I spoke.
To the end of it, I was yelling at them. "I even tried to help him," I explained what the situation had been like.
Leaving them behind, I went back on my search but Glenn's voice yelled back at me. "So, you think it's your fault?" he questioned me.
Stopping again, I turned to face him, my heart was pounding because they were stopping me from doing what I needed to do. "Yeah, I know it is," I answered him as I looked at him, taking a few steps towards him.
"I'm gonna go do what I should've done before," I announced before spinning back around and tried to get back to the trail I had been following.
Luckily, none of them stopped me or followed me. "What, for her?" Glenn called out to me. Denise. He was talking about Denise. Slowing once more, I stayed in my spot and felt Glenn slowly approaching.
"She's gone, man," Glenn's voice shook with sadness. "You're doing this for you," he tried to convince me this wasn't vengeance. This was personal.
Whatever he thought, I knew what I had to do. "Man, I don't give a shit," I snarled at him, not caring what he thought anymore.
Glenn continued to follow me. Michonne looked to me sadly as she watched on and Rosita's face would harden. "Daryl..." Glenn called to me, walking faster as he got in front of me.
Having to halt my step because of him, I didn't want to listen but I was compelled to. "We need to get back there and figure this out from home," Glenn tried to reason but the more I tried to step around him, he would follow my direction.
He was blocking me from walking away. "Our home," Glenn emphasised the word 'our'. "We need you, and everyone back there needs us right now," Glenn was trying to convince me that where I should be, was back there.
"Kat, she needs you," this statement Glenn made, made my heart thud harder. The note in my pocket weighing a lot more than it did, all of a sudden. "It's-it's gonna go wrong out here," Glenn stuttered as he tried to get me to come back with them.
Michonne took a few steps to stand by my side. "We'll square it," she assured me this would happen. "I will," Michonne tried to get me know she was willing to help me on this one.
"I promise you," Michonne promised me that we'd square it together. Like we should have when the Governor killed Merle and Andrea. "Just come back," Michonne begged of me.
Holding her gaze, I then turned my head to Glenn and saw their soft eyes pleading me to go back home with them. I wanted to. But my heart thundered in my chest the more I thought about it. I can't let Dwight live.
The longer he is out there, the longer he is a threat to us. "I can't," I made my decision final with a shake of my head.
Moving past him, I began following the trail again. Or at least, tried to. "Daryl," Glenn tried to stop me again.
Forcing myself to a stop again, I was done with them trying to convince me to go back. "Man, I can't!" I yelled as I spun to look at him.
Turning again, I saw Glenn gaping at me, pain and worry in his eyes. My head looking in the direction I needed to go. "And what do we tell Kat if you don't make it back?" Glenn brought up to me.
Stopping on the spot, frozen, mention of Kat only made my heart sink and ache. A sensation I wasn't sure about. Turning slowly to face them, I chewed on the inside of my cheek and knew I had already made up my mind.
I had to do this. Kat don't need me. She never needed me. "Tell her whatever you want," I answered him. "I don't care," I grumbled out a lie.
Before, I had hope she would forgive me. But if I died, I thought it might give her a chance at something better, someone better. Turning back around, I had seen Michonne's eyes widen and I swore I had seen Glenn's heart sink from the words that had left my mouth.
"That's a lie," Michonne denied that I didn't care. "Daryl," Michonne's voice firm as I walked away. "Daryl!" she yelled after me when I didn't stop.
MPOV
Taking a step to follow him, I had to stop him. To drag him back home if I had to. "Let him go," Glenn said, putting his arm in front of me as we watched Daryl walk away. "We clearly can't change his mind," Glenn was sad to say this.
"I can't either," Rosita said as she pushed past us and followed after Daryl. Following her for a few steps, I went to stop her too but neither myself or Glenn had the words to bring them back.
Glenn and myself began making our way back to the truck. Needing to leave these two out there, so they could go on their man hunt. I felt awful. If he doesn't come back...it'll kill Kat. I know it.
I would of followed them but Glenn turned his back on them. I wasn't going to let him go home alone. "Thing is, those men could be back in Alexandria right now," Glenn was throwing out a scenario I both hoped and didn't hope was happening.
"If they are, they're dead," I was confident they would be. Rick was home. Maggie was home. Carol was there. Kat was there too. These people were more than capable of holding their own.
That was without including the likes of Abraham, Sasha and many others. "I hope not," Glenn disagreed with me. "We need them alive. We need to find out more," was his reason as to why he didn't want them dead.
"Yeah, we do," I agreed with him.
Glenn was smart, he knew that sometimes our enemies were better off alive than dead sometimes. Suddenly, Glenn stopped in his tracks. "We just got stuck with each other. We were lucky," Glenn was referring to Daryl more than the others.
We all got stuck with each other. But Daryl and Glenn went back further than all of us. "We figured it all out together. It felt like we did," he mused.
"After everything, we did. The world's not what we thought it was. Hilltop, the Saviors, it's bigger," Glenn sounded a little disheartened by everything. We were all still trying to adjust to it all.
The sound of whistling alerted us that we weren't alone. Turning in the direction of the sound, Glenn had cocked his gun and aimed up at whoever was close. When the men showed themselves, we found out we were outnumbered.
With my hand reaching for the sword on my back, I knew there was no way I could fight them all with both the distance and just my sword. "Hi," one of the men said as he pointed his gun at us, peering out from around a tree.
RPOV
Following the trail, we eventually got to more patches of blood. "It's not much. But if it's Carol's, then she's been bleeding for a while," Morgan said as we tried to track her down. "So, you out here because Carol is your friend?" he asked as we continued our search for Carol.
"I'm out here 'cause she's my family," I answered him honestly.
Morgan briefly looked over to me. "I've talked to people back there. I found out about what happened at the prison. How you sent her away," Morgan revealed to me. "She killed two of your people, right? Burned their bodies. What if that had happened today? Would you kill her?" he began throwing a bunch of questions at me.
"If it happened today, I'd thank her. Or I would've killed them myself," I answered him truthfully. "She was right to do it. They were sick, spreading a disease. They weren't gonna make it," I knew now I was wrong to leave her out there.
Something told me, Morgan was going to be giving me a speech soon. "Yeah, but this was back then. And you didn't kill her. You sent her away, Rick, and she came back," Morgan was just giving me facts.
This was all stuff I already knew. "And she came back and she saved all y'all. People can come back, Rick," Morgan sounded so sure of himself.
The sound of a walker being close, then a figure of a woman walking through the field made us run towards it. When I saw it turn to us, I knew it wasn't her. "It's not her," I felt relief to see it was someone else entirely.
Approaching the farm, we saw that the walker was a young female after Morgan had knocked her out. "She couldn't have been dead more than a day," Morgan reported what he could tell just by looking at her.
Hearing creaking in the distance, we ran towards the sound and tried to keep quiet. Bodies were everywhere. And someone was using a spear as they killed a walker. "Hey!" I yelled as I raised my gun at him.
I didn't take chances. The guy could easily be a Savior looking for Carol. "Whoa, whoa! It's okay. I'm not trouble," the guy spoke back to us. The sound of a door closing was faintly heard. "I don't want any trouble," the guy repeated.
"Come out, drop your weapons," I ordered as we kept walking closer to him.
The man was hiding from us and I was trying to round the corner to catch him. "I can't do that. The wasted are too close," he excused himself. "I'm just looking for my horse. Have you seen him?" he asked us.
Morgan kept close to me. "No," Morgan answered. "We're looking for our friend. Have you seen her?" he asked in return.
He didn't respond. "Have you seen her?" I repeated the question but louder.
Walkers were approaching as I heard them growling in the distance. "They're coming! Just go! Just go!" the stranger yelled to us before a door opened.
Suddenly, the man began running away as walkers approached us. "Stop!" I yelled, trying to stop him. When I took the shot, Morgan shoved me. The bullet landed into the walker's side.
Looking at Morgan, I was angry he stopped me from killing the guy who ushered the walkers straight to us. Fighting off the walkers, we quickly dispatched them and I had saved Morgan from the grasp of one too.
Panting, Morgan nodded to me, appreciating that I saved his life. Retrieving the weapon from one of the walkers, it was another spear. Just like I imagined. "We didn't know who he was," Morgan tried to reason.
But I knew it. "Yeah, it's one of the Hilltop's. Like the one on the road," I said, examining the weapon once I pulled it out of the walker. "Maybe he's one of them," I pointed with the spear in the direction the guy went.
"Maybe he's looking for Carol, too," this had been my main concern that I was pointing out to Morgan now.
Morgan on the other hand, always had another option. "Maybe the man is just looking for a horse. Maybe he is from Hilltop. Maybe he's from somewhere else," Morgan gave me a bunch of other options instead.
Tossing the spear, I was still angered that he stopped me from taking my shot. "I don't take chances anymore," I spoke my words slowly.
My words were clear and they were what I believed in. Soon enough, Morgan finally came clean about something. Telling me what happened with the wolves on the day they attacked Alexandria. Giving me the whole 'all life is precious' speech as he tried to make an excuse for why he saved the wolf when they attacked us. That he knew the wolf could change his ways.
I was astounded he didn't tell me this before. "You had one of them alive in the community?" I questioned him and was beginning to question his sanity.
What if he got out? Morgan then continued to tell me that Carol too found out about the wolf. Found out where Morgan had been keeping him and that the two of them had fought over the wolf. That he escaped, took Denise with him. He saved Denise, who then saved my son.
I was deeply disappointed in Morgan. He did all that to prove his philosophy to me? How stupid can he be? I knew I wouldn't have taken that chance. It was too risky.
"It-it's all a circle. Everything gets a return. But the fact is the fact. I did what I did. I let him live," Morgan tried to lecture me on his actions and owned up to them, at the very least.
I couldn't hate him for it. I was mad, but I didn't hate him. "You go home, Rick. You take the car. You're needed back there," Morgan encouraged me to head back. "You shouldn't be out here taking any more chances," he used my words from before.
But I couldn't leave him. I couldn't leave Carol. "I'm not leaving. Carol's still out here," I argued, making my point known that this was something I needed to do.
"And I will find her. Somehow," he assured me. "You go," he encouraged me to head back.
I couldn't argue with him. He had a point. People back home, needed me. And if a fight broke out, I needed to be there. "You're coming back," I stated that he would be back if and when he found her.
His home, was Alexandria now. I needed to make it clear to him. Morgan slowly turned around and nods at me. "Yeah," he agreed. "But if I don't, don't come looking," was his only request.
Taking out the gun from the back of my pants, I offered it to him. "Take it," I encouraged him to have it as I offered it to him.
As he slowly turned to see what I was offering, his eyes darted from the gun to me. "No, I-" he went to refuse me offer.
"Take it," I offered it again as I looked him in the eyes. When he took it gently from me, I knew he was going to find Carol and try to keep her safe.
I had faith in him. "Morgan?" I called to him when he went to turn his back on me. "Michonne did steal that protein bar," I decided to reveal a little secret to him.
"Oh, I know," he smiled and this only made me let out a small chuckle.
Going our separate ways, I knew I needed to get back to the others. Back home. To Kat. To Carl. To Judith. I had to protect them.
KPOV
Deciding it to be time for me to go visit Maggie, straight after my shift, I went to visit her and see how she was doing. To talk to her and hopefully, ease our minds a little. Knocking on the door, Maggie opened the door and found my gaze almost instantly.
"Kat, I wasn't expecting you," she spoke with a little bit of surprise. "Come in," she encouraged me to enter her house.
Walking into her home, we took our seats in the dinning room. "Went to go look for you, but I saw that Enid was taking your shift," I said as we sat down. "How are you feeling?" I went to ask her.
Maggie took a deep breath and stared at the table as she sank down into her seat. "I'm fine," Maggie didn't look at me as she said this. "Just nervous," she stated. "And worried about Glenn," she added. "What about you?" she asked me.
"I'm fine," I answered her, holding her gaze. "Just nervous," I said the same thing she did. "And worried about Daryl," I rephrased it to the men in our lives who both had us worried.
Maggie reached out, taking my hand. "Hey," she called softly to me. "Daryl's smart, he's just..." she drifted as we held each other's gaze. The way Maggie spoke, with strength and confidence, it was soothing.
She already knew what I thought about Glenn. That he was capable of looking after himself. "Feeling guilty," I repeated the same words she said early. When she realised I had heard them, she slowly let go of my hand and smiled sadly to me.
"I know," I assured her I wasn't completely unknowing when it came to my boyfriend. "You're worried there's going to be an attack, aren't you?" I asked her after a few minutes of silence had lingered around us.
Shuffling up to sit up, she clasped her hands together on the table. "With Daryl out there, trying to settle a score..." she started. "It leaves us vulnerable," how she spoke, it was like she believed this. "They might be making their way right here," her 'what if' scenario was plausible.
But I didn't believe what she said about us. "We're not vulnerable Maggie," I was stern in my voice but soft too. Correcting her, was to show her hope that we could make it through this.
Taking her hand, I gave it a gentle squeeze. "We'll make it," I kept my eyes glued to hers. "We all will," I included even the ones that were out there.
"You're so sure," Maggie's eyes searched mine. Possibly trying to see if I was going to break or quiver from a lie.
When she realised I was serious, I slowly let her go. "We've survived harder things," I reminded her. The farm. The prison. Beth. Our kidnapping. We've survived so much.
Holding my gaze, I could slowly see her believing me. Believing in me. We got through all those things, together. I could only hope she trusted me enough to have faith in me. "How are you and Daryl?" Maggie asked me suddenly.
Mention of my relationship lately, had me wondering what was going on too. "We're..." I drifted, finding the words hard to say. "I don't know," I was being completely honest with her.
Without Michonne here to talk to, I knew she was out there trying to bring Daryl back to us. Carl was on watch and I told him what I felt for Daryl. Having Maggie here, I knew I could trust her too.
"I need to talk to him, about everything," I told Maggie after a few seconds of silence passed us by. "I need to clear the air with him," this was the main thing I wanted to do with him.
Nodding slowly, Maggie's eyes were glued to the floor. "But with him out there, it makes it all the more difficult," Maggie understood what was happening.
Letting a sad smile appear on my lips, a light chuckle left me. "It does," I agreed with her. "How's you, Glenn and the baby?" I was curious to find out if they were alright.
Her hand fell to her stomach, rubbing it gently. "Still growing," Maggie said with a smile. "Still strong," I imagined she was referring to herself and Glenn. When her eyes met mine, her hand stopped rubbing her bump. "Have you and Daryl talked about making one?" she asked me.
The question was so out of the blue for me. Even if myself and Daryl had been sleeping together, it still felt too soon for us to have a kid together. We didn't discuss it. We didn't discuss anything.
Although, myself and Maggie had been bringing it up when we were together from time to time. "We haven't even thought about it," I answered her.
Leaning in, her lips pursed and her hands overlapped one another. "You still want my advice?" she asked me with a serious tone in her voice. Her eyes firm but I knew there was good intentions behind it all.
"I think I better get back to Judith," I sighed, excusing myself as I got up from my seat. "Sasha needs some rest too," was my excuse to not answer her question. Some things are better left unsaid.
Nodding, Maggie knew I was trying to avoid her question but didn't question it further. "If you see Enid, can you tell her to come find me once her shift ends?" Maggie made the request to me.
Smiling, I approached the door and slowed my steps to turn to face her when she asked this of me. "Yeah...I can do that," I accepted it. If I see her, I'll let her know. Leaving Maggie behind, I found Enid, told her the message and returned home.
RPOV
Driving up to Alexandria, Abraham opened the gate and waited for me. Parking up by the gate, I got out of my car and walked over to him. "Morgan's still out there looking," I informed him of what was going on. "Is Michonne here?"
I was curious to know if Michonne got back alright. Abraham had shut the gates as I stopped beside him. "She's still out there, too," Abraham answered my question.
Silence was left between us as I stared past the bars, hoping that they were going to come back and that nothing happened to them. "You afraid...to go back to it? Let somebody close?" Abraham asked me out of the blue.
After Lori, after Jessie, I did fear that falling for Michonne, was going to make me vulnerable to something else. Losing her, my children, it would be too painful for me to bare. "Yeah. Yeah," I answered him slowly.
Nodding along, I did fear that getting close to someone, meant one day losing them. "Mm," I heard Abraham hum beside me. "Me, too," he was just the same as me. We knew about him and Sasha, we all did.
"But now..." Abraham paused. "I think I'm that much more ready to tear the world a brand-new asshole," he joked. Chuckling, I looked to the floor and smiled. "Any second now," Abraham said. "Yeah. Any second," he repeated.
DPOV
Tracking Dwight down, myself and Rosita slowly found a camp, sneaking around, I then noticed Glenn and Michonne got captured. They were tied up and gagged. When Glenn caught our gaze, he shook his head and I told him to keep quiet.
Suddenly, he muffled a shout at us. Aiming my crossbow up at one of the assholes near him, before I could react, I heard a footstep behind me. A hammer clicked, telling me they were ready to shoot.
"Hi, Daryl," Dwight's voice spoke out to me from behind. A rifle cocking behind me alerted us that there were more than just him aiming at us. Rosita began lowering her gun. Lowering my crossbow, I turned my head and heard a shot.
Feeling it pierce into my shoulder, I landed on the ground hard and panted from the pain. "You'll be alright," Dwight assured me with a raspy voice. Falling unconscious, I had tried to stay awake but the pain and the shock caught up to me.
Kat...I'm sorry.
A/N: We are so close! Can you taste it?! We all know it's pee-pee pant city very soon. I hope you enjoyed this chapter, regardless. As Negan is so close, I have to make a deal, like the villain you are all waiting for me to write...
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