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Depression Sucks

It's been at least a few hours since I had a fight with Timi. My brother and I were walkin' through the woods, and my mind kept wonderin' to my girl. I felt like complete shit, I couldn't believe what I said to her. She looked so hurt, it pained me to see her dark brown eyes lookin' at me with tears welling up.

I bet she's at the prison, probably hatin' me for everythin' that I said and did today. Don't blame 'er though, I'd be pissed at me too. I know she doesn't have a very angry temperament, but after somethin' like this, I wouldn't be surprised if she wouldn't forgive me, if we did see each other again.

I already missed 'er so much, don't know how I'll be able to keep going without 'er. Sure I got my brother back, but I lost someone I cared about as much as him, maybe even more than him. Maybe I can lead Merle back to the prison somehow.

I know he'll be on to me, but I need to see my girl again and my group. I shouldn't have ditched 'em like that, I know I was being stupid, but Merle is a part of me too, and I couldn't just leave 'im, he's the only family I got.

I sighed as I followed after my brother, tryin' to decide where our next stop was. He was yammerin' on about who knows what, and every time I tune 'im back in, it was just somethin' stupid. My brother stopped and faced me, so I stopped and listened to what he had to say.

"Geez, little brother. That girl has a big hold on ya doesn't she?" Merle said smirkin' at me.

"Shut up Merle," I said to him and shot him a glare.

"She left ya brother, she ain't nothin'. She didn't even want to join our clan for ya."

"Ya kidnapped 'er, of course she didn't want to come. I shouldn't have blown up on her like that. She said she hates me."

I looked down at the ground, kicking at the leaf covered ground, trying to push the tears back. Ain't no way I'm crying, especially in front of Merle.

"Come on little brother, you're with me now. Just like old times. Forget about 'er and that damn group," He said patting me on the back.

I rolled my eyes and asked Merle a question, "What happened to 'er at Woodbury?"

"Don't worry 'bout it."

"I wanna know, tell me what happened!"

"Whoa brother don't get your undies in a twist," Merle said with his arms in the air, "She pissed off the Governor and was 'bout to get beatin' to a pulp, but I stepped in and saved the little bitch."

"She ain't a bitch," I growled at my brother.

"Whatever, anyway I had a little talk with 'er since the Asian told me you two were datin'. I did see how much she loved you in her eyes, but guess she fooled us."

"She wasn't foolin' no one, she loves me, but I fucked it up just like I always do."

I shook my head at my statement. I did fuck things up, I screw everythin' up, and I wish I didn't with 'er. I loved that kid, somethin' I never thought I'd get to do, especially during the end of the world. Now I lost my last chance of actually being somewhat happy.

"Not your fault brother, she's just a little tramp that took advantage of ya," Merle said.

That's when I lost it and punched my brother in the face.

"The fuck," He said as he stumbled back and clutched the left side of his face.

"Don't talk 'bout her like that," I said seething at my brother.

"Ya got it bad brother."

Merle walked away shaking his head. I followed after 'im and continued to think about my girl, or ex girl now. We kept walkin', but I stayed silent the whole time. I kept tryin' to think about a way to get us back to the prison. Even if I have to leave Merle behind, I can't fight this feelin' of missin' 'er.

"Gotta take a piss, little D," Merle said.

He stopped at a tree and I walked a little ways down, leanin' against the bark of another one. I was messin' with my crossbow and waited for Merle.

"Man, Aint nothin' out here except mosquitos and ants," I said.

"Patients, little brother. Sooner or later, a squirrel's bound to scurry across your path," Merle said.

"Even so, that ain't much food."

"Eh, more than nothing."

"I'd have better luck going to one of them houses we passed back at the turnoff."

"Is that what your new friends taught you? Hmm? How to loot for booty?"

I heard my brother come up next to me and I took a slight glance over at him, trying to ignore his dumbass comments about my people.

"Man we've been at it for hours. Why don't we find a stream, try to look for some fish?" I said.

"I think you're just trying to lead me back to the road, man. Get me over to that prison," Merle said.

He saw right through me, just like I figured he would. I did want to bring him back to the prison, it's better than being out here, tryin' to find some damn food and makeshift shelter.

I crossed my legs as I leaned against the tree again and said, "They got shelter. Food. A pot to piss in. Might not be a bad idea."

My brother was kneelin' on one knee and started speakin', "For you, maybe. Ain't gonna be no damn party for me."

I heard him stand and adjust his straps on his makeshift arm. I looked through the scope of my crossbow and said, "Everyone will get used to each other."

"They're all dead. Makes no difference," he said.

"How can you be so sure?"

"Right about now, he's probably hosting a housewarming party, where he's gonna bury what's left of your pals and your girl."

I clenched my jaw at that statement. I hoped that Merle wasn't right about that Governor takin' over the prison, killin' everyone, especially my girl.

I heard Merle spit and say, "Let's hook some fish."

I watched 'im walk by me and pondered for a quick second. I did as my brother did and spit onto the ground, followin' behind him, hoping Timi was all right.

We continued walkin' through the woods, lookin' for a stream. It seemed like we were getting' close to one, probably Yellow Jacket. Seemed like the right area and smelled like it too.

"Smells to me like the Sawhatchee creek," Merle said.

"Nah, we didn't go west enough. There's a River down there, it's got to be Yellow Jacket," I said.

"You have a stroke, boy? We ain't never even come close to Yellow Jacket."

"We didn't go west. Just a little bit south. That's what I think."

"You know what I think? I may have lost my hand, but you lost your sense of direction."

I watched my step and said, "Yeah, we'll see."

"What do ya wanna bet?"

"I don't wanna bet nothin'. It's just a body of water. Why does everythin' have to be a competition with you?"

"Whoa, whoa. Take it easy little brother. Just tryin' to have a little fun here. No need to get your panties all in a bundle."

I slowed a bit and could have sworn I heard a baby cryin'.

"Ya hear that?" I asked my brother.

"Yeah, wild animals gettin' wild."

"No, it's a baby," I said lookin' around.

"Oh, come on. Why don't you just piss in my ear and tell me it's rainin', too? That there's the sound of a couple of coons makin' love, sweet love. Know what I mean?" he said with a chuckle.

I pursed my lips and walked passed my dumbass brother. I followed the sound and my brother followed behind me. We climbed down the small embankment which led us to the river. I saw people fending off some walkers on the bridge and figured they were gonna need some help.

Merle whistled and yelled, "Hey, jump!"

Merle laughed and I walked off, going to help those people on the bridge.

"What? Hey, man, I ain't waistin' my bullets for a couple of strangers that ain't never cooked me a meal or felicitated my piece. That's my policy. You'd be wise to adopt it, brother," I heard 'im say behind me.

I continued runnin' through the woods tryin' to get to the family who needed help. I got to the bridge and started shootin' my arrows at the walkers.

"Come on, man. I'm tryin' to help ya out. Cover me," I said as I took on more walkers.

The guy jumped off the trailer bed and tried to retrieve the gun he dropped. I killed some more walkers tryin' to protect the woman and the baby. There was a walker crawlin' in through the trunk, so I yanked it out and slammed his head with the trunk door, getting' blood all over my hands. I grabbed my crossbow and went to shoot another walker, but my brother said, "Daryl, I got ya!"

He shot the walker and said, "Go!"

I ran out from behind the car and went over to the man. He was sayin' somethin' in Spanish, so I had no fuckin' idea what he was sayin'. I loaded my crossbow and said, "Speak English. I don't understand you!"

He said somethin' else and fired at another walker. I readied my crossbow and fired another arrow into a walker's skull. The man was out of bullets and as soon as I killed the walker who was comin' my way, I took out my knife and stabbed the walker who was attackin' the man right between the eyes. I took out my knife and kicked the walker over the railin' and into the river below.

I looked over the rail, catchin' my breath, and gave the man a slight stare before I walked off to retrieve my stuff. Merle went into their car and started rummagin' through it. The man tried to stop Merle, but Merle pulled his gun on him.

"Slow down, beaner. That ain't no way to say thank you," my brother said.

The man started speakin' to 'im, but of course we had no fuckin' clue what he was sayin'.

"Let 'em go," I said eyein' my brother.

"Nah, the least they can do is give us an enchilada or somethin', huh?" Merle said while holsterin' his gun.

Merle went into the car and continued to dig around for stuff. I couldn't let my brother do this, it ain't right. I walked around the car to where my brother was at, and eyed the man and son as they looked on. I pointed my crossbow at my brother and poked him on the back, "Get out of the car."

"I know you're not talkin' to me, brother," he said.

I looked over at the man and said, "Get in your car and get the hell outta here. Go! Get in your car."

They scurried into their car and Merle got out slowly, turnin' to face me while I kept my crossbow on him. He eyed me and I knew he was pissed at me, but I couldn't do that to that family. Merle put a hand up to my crossbow and I maneuvered around it, still angry at 'im. I walked away from 'im and grabbed my backpack from the street, throwin' it over my shoulder.

I kept walkin' and pulled one of my arrows outta a walker's skull. I continued back into the woods and heard my brother comin' quickly behind me.

"The shit you doing pointin' that thing a me?" Merle said.

"They were scared, man," I said.

"They were rude is what they were. Rude and they owed us a token of gratitude."

"Ugh, they didn't owe us nothin'."

"Yeah, but you helped those people out of the goodness of your heart. Even though you might die doing it? Is that somethin' your sheriff Rick taught you?"

I turned around and faced my brother with anger, "There was a baby!"

"Oh, otherwise you would have just left 'em to the biters, then?" he said.

"Man, I went back for ya. Ya weren't there. I didn't cut off your hand neither. You did that. Way before they locked you up on that roof. You know ya asked for it."

"You know what's funny to me? You and sheriff Rick are like this now, right? You also have that sweet little girl whose been tied to ya hip. I bet ya a penny and a fiddle of gold that ya never told 'em that we were plannin' on robbin' that camp blind."

"It didn't happen."

"Yeah, it didn't 'cause I wasn't there to help ya."

"What, like when we were kids, huh? Who left who then?"

"What! Huh? Is that why I lost my hand?"

"Ya lost your hand 'cause you're a simpleminded piece of shit!"

I tried to walk away and he said, "Yeah! You don't know!"

He grabbed the back of my shirt and I fell on the ground, dropping my backpack and crossbow. The whole backside of the shirt ripped open and I knew he saw the scars. I tried to pull up my shirt, but it was no use.

Merle stuttered and said, "I didn't know he was…"

I tried to gather my stuff and said, "Yeah, he did. He did the same to you. That's why ya left first."

I got up and Merle spoke, "I had to, man. I would have killed 'im otherwise."

I started walkin' away and my brother said, "Where ya going?"

"Back where I belong," I said, stoppin' and lookin' over at my brother.

"I can't go with ya. I tried to kill that black bitch, damn near killed the Chinese kid."

"He's Korean."

"Whatever. Doesn't matter, man. I just can't go with ya."

"Ya know, I may be the one walkin' away, but you're the one who's leavin', again," I said walkin' off towards the prison.

I'm now on my way back to the prison with my brother trailing behind me. That spat really helped me determine what I wanted to do. I couldn't wait to see Timi again. I just hope she takes me back after I broke 'er heart like that. I loved 'er so much, don't know if I'll be able to take 'er rejection.

We continued walkin', gettin' closer to the prison when I heard gun shots rip through the air. I start running towards the prison, tryin' to get there as quick as I could. I hoped my girl was okay and the rest of the group. When I reached the end of the tree line, I saw a walker tryin' to eat Rick. I shot a bolt at the walker's head and it fell limply to the ground. Rick, Merle and I killed the rest of the walkers and I looked at the yard which was now filled with walkers.

We entered the prison and went into our cell block. They locked Merle in the common room and I guess I understood their point. I didn't see the kid anywhere and I wondered where she was. While we were discussing about the Governor, my mind kept wanderin' to Timi.

I wanted to speed things up so I could talk to 'er. I needed to get everythin' off my chest and let 'er know how much I care and love 'er. Rick was gettin' frustrated and went to leave, but not without gettin' yelled out to by Hershel. Everyone went their separate ways and attended to their business.

I turned around and locked eyes on the main person I wanted to see. I saw 'er gulp and avert 'er eye's away from my gaze. I walked over to where she was standin', my boots makin' soft thuds on the floor. I stopped a few inches from 'er and looked at 'er small figure. She wouldn't even look at me and I felt a sharp pang run through my heart.

"Let's talk in our cell," I said.

She nodded and followed me upstairs and into our cell. We stood in our cell waitin' for one or the other to say something. I figured it should be me 'cause I'm the one who brought upon this damn thing.

"I'm sorry kid, I shouldn't have yelled at ya like that," I said.

She finally looked up at me and I saw the hurt in 'er eyes, "I'm sorry too, I didn't mean what I said. I don't hate you."

"I know ya don't hate me, and I didn't mean what I said either. Our love isn't shit. It's the best thing that's happened to me."

I closed the distance between us and put my hands on 'er small and soft face.

She smiled up at me and said, "It's the best thing that's happened to me too."

I smiled, lovin' when she looked so innocent and sweet. I kissed 'er on the lips and I felt 'er put 'er small hands on my waist. I kept my large hands on 'er face and deepened the kiss. We stayed attached to each other for what seemed like forever. I finally detached our lips and stared into 'er dark brown eyes that I missed so much. Our foreheads were touchin' and I didn't want to let 'er go.

"I love ya kid, and I ain't ever leaving ya again," I said as rubbed my thumbs over 'er soft cheeks.

"I love you too," Timi said and kissed me again.

It quickly turned heated and we somehow ended up naked in our bunk and makin' love like I never thought was possible. Maybe we should fight more often, but I don't want to hurt 'er again. I couldn't live with myself if I did that.

I think our relationship is at the best place it can be right now and hopefully nothin' will ever come between us again.