"Don't make people control your life,
People only care about themselves.
Live your life with happy and ignore Sick people."
― Al-Hanouf Halawi

I woke up later than I intended, it was already very dark and people had already eaten dinner and Michonne was kind enough to save me some dinner and brought the plate all the way to my cell.

"Hey," she said to me as she walked in. "Brought you some dinner."

"Thanks," I said smiling as I took the bowl from her.

It was canned soup. I sat up straight in my bed and started eating as Michonne sat at the bottom of my bed, crossed-legged. The room was pretty dark but luckily some moonlight lightened it a bit.

"Your mum is still not happy you went on that run and with Daryl," Michonne told me in a low tone, I just shook my head at her.

"I don't know what's up with her, she didn't use to mind where I went before," I said shrugging. "And maybe she's jealous, I remember she used to follow Daryl around the farm, never paid too much attention to that, though."

"Maybe she's just scared," Michonne told me. "She already lost you once, thought you were dead, she doesn't want to go through that again, you should give her a chance."

"I am trying." I sighed. "I thought things were going to be better between us and at times they truly are, like when Teresa was dying but most of the time things are just as bad or even worse than before, I guess there is still a lot of tension between us."

"Why is that?" Michonne asked, I sighed at her.

I looked at her, sighed again and looked down, seeing my half-empty bowl of soup now. I didn't want to talk about it but I knew Michonne did care and wouldn't use it against me in the future or even pity me, which I hate, I hate people pitying me. So, I told her about our lives before all of this, told her about my abusive father and my weak mother and even told her about me getting Taekwondo and self defence classes and learning how to shoot to defend myself, thing only Daryl knew, until now, and of course I didn't got into much detail with Michonne.

"So you knew how to shoot before everything went to hell?" she asked me.

"Yeah, pretty much."

"You know, it might not make you feel better but sometimes things happen to us and we may think they are bad but they really aren't," Michonne told me. "Like once there was this guy who broke his leg and couldn't work and stuff and he really thought it was bad but a few months later he wasn't chosen to go to war because of his leg, so what happened to him at first might seem unfortunate but it saved his life."

"What are you trying to say?"

"That maybe if you wouldn't have been hit by your father you wouldn't have learnt how to use a gun and you might have been dead by now, everything happens for a reason," Michonne told me, looking directly to my eyes. "It was horrible what happened to you and I don't wish it on anyone and I'm glad it's over but maybe you were supposed to live through this hell of a world and if you hadn't gone through that you wouldn't be this tough, Cici, it's a nice way to see it."

"You might be right," I said shrugging. "I always wanted to find a reason why he did it, why it happened to me. Always wondered what I did to deserve such lousy parents, such a miserable childhood, and I agree your theory is a nice way to see it and so far it has been the only reason I've found so I'll kept it until I find another one."

"How did he die?"

"He was half eaten by walkers about three months after everything began. That day he slapped me really hard and I fell," I told her, remembering that for the first time since we left the farm. "My head hit a rock and I got a concussion, I was out for hours. I was told he stayed in the tent because this other man beat the shit out of him and he couldn't face the people like that and later the camp was invaded by walkers and they ate a lot of him, he was a fat and tall man."

"Well, I'm sure he suffered."

"Oh yeah." I nodded. "I was lucky I wasn't eaten, I was unconscious thanks to him, I was so vulnerable but nothing happened to me, except I had a huge, nasty, purple bruise on one side of my face and an ugly cut on the other side, I looked so bad. Actually, Glenn and Daryl thought I was bitten."

"Did they?" Michonne exclaimed.

"They weren't around when it happened, they didn't know what happened to me, Sophia told me they were both like freaking out, especially Glenn," I said with a small chuckling as I imagined the scene.

"Were you always close to them?"

"To Glenn, yes, we kind of just clicked. We went on runs together at least once or twice a week and we got really close, he was like my best friend, to Daryl," I said, taking a small pause. "No, we were just two people that lived together and saw each other every day and then I got lost, you know I did, and he found me and I don't know what happened that day but we got like such a strong bond after that."

I put the now empty bowl on the floor next to my bed and grabbed my hair, starting to braiding it, Michonne noticed and offered me to help, so I moved to where she was and sat in front of her, my back facing her.

"Speaking of him, I noticed something today and I'm not sure if the others did too but I know you are lying about the pond because of that."

"I'm not lying!"

"Cici, your clothes weren't all wet, just specific parts, like when you go to the beach and you put a shirt over your wet swim suit, so are you going to tell me you fell on that pond wearing only your underwear? Because that's just way too convenient."

"Alright," I said sighing. "You caught me, okay? We actually went on a swim, nothing special."

"Then why don't you tell the others about it if it wasn't special?"

"Because they would tease us, I lied to them and they are still teasing me, you heard them earlier and my mum would totally freak out, I don't know what has gotten into her lately, anyway," I told her. "We swam in this lake for a bit until we heard walkers coming, and it was so embarrassing because we killed them being half-naked, oh my God, I hadn't even thought about it, so embarrassing."

"Would love to see that," Michonne said chuckling, finishing my braid, so I moved back to my former position and place. "And are you trying to tell me that you were in underwear and absolutely nothing happened?"

"So, what if we were in only underwear? That doesn't mean something had to happen," I exclaimed. "We were just relaxing, having a good time... even when it didn't last long."

"He didn't last long?" Michonne burst out laughing before she even finished her sentence, my face went completely red in a matter of a second.

"Michonne!" I exclaimed in disbelief, she just kept laughing. "Nothing happened, I swear."

"I don't believe you."

"Why?"

"Well, the two of you obviously like each other." I just made her a face. "And the two of you were alone, swimming, probably getting cozy and today when we were teasing you, you actually blushed a few times and it's so weird when you blush so I can only assume something out of the ordinary happened."

"Was bringing me dinner some kind of trap to interrogate me about my day with Daryl?" I asked, pretending to be hurt.

"Kind of," Michonne said with a small chuckle. "And don't worry, everyone is sleeping and I won't tell anyone."

"It was nothing, Michonne," I said in defeat.

"Then tell me what happened," she urged me.

"I'm not sure, you know, but I think we almost kissed."

Michonne squealed but quickly put her hands over her mouth to keep quiet, I think I had never heard her squeal, I thought that wasn't possible for her.

"Shhh, Mich!" I muttered, with my index finger over my lips. "Do you want to wake up everybody?"

"I'm sorry," she whispered. "I just got excited."
"Yeah, I could see that."

"Well, keep telling me."

"I don't know, we were just too close and... well, getting closer and right when it was going to happen we heard the walkers," I told her. "But Mich, this doesn't mean anything, we just got caught in the moment, that was it."

"You can't possibly believe that!" Michonne exclaimed.

"What else would it be? That's he's secretly in love with me and actually wanted to kiss me?" I said with a small chuckle, but Michonne didn't even smile, she just had such a serious expression it scared me. "What? You don't think he does, right?"

"I actually do, even Andrea could tell and that was months ago."

"Andrea just teased me with him because there was no one else he could tease me with and besides if he would have wanted to kiss me why didn't he do it after?"

"Well, the magic moment was gone, I don't know," Michonne said shrugging. "And she could have teased you with Sean."

"We were never that close, look at him now, he barely talks to me. He's changed so much, his uncle died, you know? I think that affected him too much."

"We have all lost people, we get over it," Michonne said coldly to me. "Or we die too."

"Who did you lose?"

Even after spending almost a year with Michonne I barely knew things about her, I admit I do know enough and I trust her but sometimes I wish she could open up a bit more and tell me things like I've told her stuff, including things about my sister, which is was one the hardest things for me to talk about.

Michonne just stared at me like she wanted to murder me or at least hurt me but I wasn't scared, I knew she wouldn't do anything to me but I knew I had touched a nerve there.

"Everyone," she muttered, standing up. "Lost everyone."

"Who is everyone, Michonne?" I asked her, standing up as well, Michonne just looked at me coldly for another couple of seconds before turning around. "Who were those walkers, the ones you kept? You said you would tell me!"

"Good night, Cici," she muttered and walked away, I walked to the end of my room and stayed by the door frame and watched her as she went down the stairs.

"I told you about today," I said a bit louder, not caring about the others. "Told you about my father, about Sophia, I think it's only fair that for once you tell me something."

Michonne stopped in her tracks for a few seconds but didn't even look at me once, she just shook her head slightly and continued to walk, probably to her own cell.

I sighed in frustration, walked to my bed and slumped down on it once again. Michonne could be a talker when she wanted, just not about deep stuff or anything that concerned her past, I was like that too.

I would just walk away or get extremely irritated if Andrea mentioned something especially if it was about my family, Carl, Rick or even Daryl. I would just snap and I didn't even want to hear about them but I eventually came around, I still haven't opened up completely, I still don't feel comfortable talking about my sister or my past but I've realized I usually feel better once I get it out of my chest, that's why I tried to get Michonne to talk, maybe it would help her just let it go but apparently she wasn't ready yet.

I turned over, laying on my stomach. I rested my head on the pillow, put a hand underneath it, and fell asleep like that, hugging the pillow.

"No, no!" I screamed as I saw Sophia walking towards me, her usual brown eyes were gone and replaced by lifeless greenish ones, her hair was a mess, her clothes were dirty and had some blood stains on them as well. "Sophia, it's me!"

Sophia just kept walking towards me, snarling. Tears ran down my face as I just stood there, watching my sister coming closer and closer. I knew she was a walker, I knew she wanted to eat me but at the moment I didn't care and even if I did, I couldn't move, I tried walking to her but I couldn't.

"Cecilia!" I turned to look at my right and saw Rick. He was shouting at me to move, to run, but his voice sounded quite vague and a bit muffled. The others were around me as well, but they didn't look as neat as Rick, the others looked a bit blurred. "Cecilia!"

I shook my head at him before looking back to Sophia. I was quite shocked to see her right in front of me, making me fall down to the ground, she jumped on me and tried to bite me on the neck but I put my arms on her shoulders, stopping her from getting me but she was stronger than me, I don't know how much longer I could keep this.

"No, please, Sophia!" I shouted at her as tears ran down my face, I closed my eyes, making more tears to fall down. "No, no!"

"Cecilia!"

I opened my eyes but Sophia wasn't in front of me, it was Rick. I was on my bed back at the prison, I was panting, sweating and crying. I closed my eyes and let out a breath of relief as my head fell back into the pillow.

"It was just a nightmare, Cici," Rick said softly to me, rubbing my shoulder. "You are okay."

I opened my eyes again and slowly sat up. I could see Carl, Maggie, Oliver and my mother behind Rick, by the door frame.

"I'm fine," I assured them but mostly myself, nodding. "I'm good, I'll just go wash my face."

I stood up slowly, I grabbed a corner of my shirt and ran it over my face to dry the drops from sweat that were falling down my face. I smiled at the others to make them know that I was okay, it wasn't real, I was just a bit jumpy but I would be completely fine in a matter of hours I always am.

I went down the stairs, right to where the showers are, put my hands together, cupped them and splashed some water on my face, making sure the water wasn't going to fall in the container with the clean water again.

I repeated the process three more times, then I once again dried my wet face but with another part of my shirt and walked out of the room and went back to my room to change my shirt.

Beth joined me just after I put on a clean shirt on, I smiled at her and this time my smile wasn't as fake, I had calmed down a bit.

"I always have nightmares," I said with a shrug as it wasn't important. "It's not a big deal."

"I know, I have them too," she told me. "But usually they don't make you scream at the top of your lungs."

"It was just worse than usual," I said as casually as I could manage, crossing my arms. "And it took me longer to wake up, but I'm fine."

"I use to dream with my mum and my brother, you know? And Jimmy sometimes," she told me, meaning she knew I dream about Sophia. "I watched them dying over and over again in my dreams, it never really gets better."

"It just gets worse sometimes," I said nodding.

I didn't really want to talk about my nightmare because I just wanted to forget it but almost everybody wanted to make sure I was okay and wanted to know what I dreamt about, but I kept ignoring their questions and changing the subject.

The most persistent person was my mother, telling me it was okay to tell her and letting this kind of things out and she said Sophia is in a better place now but still I said nothing and the least persistent of them was Michonne, who barely talked to me all day, apparently she was still avoiding me because of what I asked last night and Daryl had talked to me a bit but not even mentioned my nightmare, which I was glad about.

"Cute braid," Maggie commented just after lunch.

"Thanks," I said. "Michonne did it last night, it's nice not to have the hair on your face."

"If I had longer hair I would ask her to do one on my hair," she told me with a smile. "Maybe in a few months."

"We could do small ones," I said with a shrug and a smile.

"Maybe."

"We have not much to do anyway, we could try."

"Sure, I'd love that," Maggie said with a smile. "But later, it's my turn to keep watch."

"Alright, have fun," I said sarcastically. I was on watch before lunch with Michonne and as usual it wasn't really interesting, I guess it just wasn't my thing.

"You too," she said before walking away from me.

Today I was in a very talkative mood, mostly because talking kept my mind distracted and stopped me front thinking about Sophia and the nightmare.

So far I had had long conversations with almost everyone, even Sean, which was a bit surprising, he even joked and laughed, the ones that had barely talked to me were Michonne and Daryl and I had tried to avoid my mother, who at the moment walked into our kitchen so I stood up quickly, pretending I was going out before she came.

"Hey, want to ta...?"

"Sorry," I said quickly. "I promised Carl I would join him soon."

I almost ran out of there and went upstairs, I stopped right when I reached my cell, standing right out of it. I bit my lip and hesitated but eventually decided to go to Daryl's cell instead.

"Hey," I said smiling to him, who was lying on the bed, he sat up when he heard me.

"Hey," he muttered with an almost not existent smile but I knew it was there.

"Never had the chance to tell you that I did have fun yesterday, it was nice," I told him with a shy smile, as I leaned on the wall. "Except for the end, but everything before that was nice."

"I know," he said nodding.

I walked inside and stood in front of him, looking down at him, he just looked up at me, waiting for me to say something.

"Why haven't you asked me about what happened to me this morning?" I suddenly asked, it's not what I wanted to say at first but the thought just came to my mind and I had to ask him.

"I guess you didn't need one more person to ask something you didn't want to tell," he said shrugging. "Besides all our nightmares are the same, walkers, death, our loved ones turning, nothing out of the ordinary and if you wanted to talk about it, you would have by now."

"You're right," I muttered. "It was about that and I didn't want to talk about it because it was awful."

"Didn't?"

"You were the only person that didn't want to know, that kind of makes me want to tell you," I admitted, feeling a bit vulnerable. "But like you said, it was nothing out of the ordinary."

"What did you dream?" he asked, swinging his legs so that they now hanged from the bed and his body was facing mine.

"I think all of you know," I said, biting my lip. "It was about that day... back at the farm." Daryl nodded meaning he knew what day I was talking about. "And she was there, just like she was that day and she was coming to me, wanting to eat me, to kill me and I couldn't move, she lunged at me and I was trying to just keep alive but she was so strong and I couldn't kill her, you know? The knife was in my waistband, but I couldn't kill her, I just couldn't kill my sister, so I didn't even try to get it. I was about to die when Rick woke me up."

"I'm sorry," he whispered, grabbing both my hands in his, running circles on my hands with his thumbs. "That was awful."

"It wasn't real," I muttered.

"But what your dream was about," he said. "That was real and I'm sorry."

I sadly nodded at him, at the verge of breaking down because I kept all morning telling myself it was just a dream, ignoring the fact that Sophia did die, it happened, it was real.

"Yeah, it was." I nodded again. "Thanks for hearing me out."

"I knew you would speak about it eventually, you just didn't have to be pushed."

"How do you know that?"

"If you keep being pushed like everyone was doing all day, you usually just push them away and you go into like shell-mode, you know? Sometimes we just need our space."

"Is that why you opened up to me?" I asked him. "Because I let you have your space?"

"Not really," he said chuckling. "If I remember correctly, you slept on my tent, stole my room at the CDC, followed me everywhere back at the farm and you are here now, I guess you just didn't push it when you shouldn't, you only did it at the right times."

"I didn't steal that room back at the CDC, you wanted to take it from me, and I didn't follow you everywhere and you offered me to sleep in your tent," I said with a smile. "Besides, you..."

"Cecilia!"

I turned to look at my right to see my mother by the door, looking really pissed. Daryl instantly let go of my hands and awkwardly stood up, trying to explain but my mother wasn't in the mood to hear anything.

She walked inside, grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the room, scolding me as we we were going down the stairs. I tried to break free but her grip was way too strong, it wasn't until we were halfway to the door of Block C that I managed to get her to let go of me.

"We were just talking!" I exclaimed.

By now about half of the group was watching our little argument and more were coming. Merle was by the door, coming probably from the kitchen, Carl, Sean, Rick and Axel, who was getting better from his injury, were standing by the end of their rooms and Daryl was still upstairs, watching us from up there and slowly making his way down as well.

"I want you away from him, understand?" my mother said sternly in a loud tone but she still wasn't shouting.

"No!" I exclaimed, glaring at her. "I won't do that."

"I'm your mother I know what's best for you."

"Right, like the times..."

I bit my tongue to stop myself from saying anything else, this wasn't the time or place to be discussing that, besides, Maggie, Hershell and Beth still didn't know about my horrible childhood and I didn't want them to find out this way.

"He's a grown up man, a few years younger than me," she said in a much lower tone but just as stern. "And you are just a naïve teenage girl."

"What?" I shouted. "What the hell are you trying to say? That's he's luring me or something like that?"

"You are just too innocent and fragile and probably feel lost but..."

"I can't believe this!" I exclaimed in disbelief as I raised my hands and slowly rested them on the top of my head as I slowly turned around, not wanting to look at my mother but of course that I eventually had to face her.

"Carol, why don't you..." Rick started but she just raised her arm to stop him from keep talking as she never looked away from me.

"I'm not fragile or lost or naïve, Mum!" I shouted. "I survived eight months without you, I actually survived a couple of years without you Mum, don't ever say that again because the fragile one here is you."

"I just want you away from Daryl, Cecilia!" she said, trying her best to keep her voice down but still, everyone could hear her, and by now the rest, except Maggie was there, who was still on watch. "Don't you think I've seen stuff? You probably haven't because like I said, you are too naïve but..."

"Do you actually think Daryl would take advantage of me, because I'm too young to know?" I asked in disbelief. "First of all, he saved me all those months ago, Mum! He brought me back to you so you could just keep ignoring and blaming me, I almost killed myself and you didn't give a fuck but he did. I can't believe you think such things of him, you should be ashamed of yourself!"

"He's too old for you!" she desperately shouted as she attempted to grab me by my shoulders but I jerked her hands away. "He's not good for you, You are always with him, he's always taking you away from everyone, like yesterday! Sooner or later he'll try something."

I heard my mum saying all those things like if no one was listening to us, like if Daryl himself wasn't there, who by now was at the bottom of the stairs, trying to intervene but probably not knowing how to, or not daring to.

"For your information I was the one who asked him to go with me!" I exclaimed, taking two steps towards her. "And I think I'm old enough to take care of myself, don't you think?"

"No, you aren't," she said firmly. "I forbid you from being with him ever again."

"Oh yeah?" I said with a smirk and raising my eyebrows at her, I finally ran out of my patience.

With the smug smirk never leaving my lips, I marched all the way to where Daryl was standing, I was very concious of everyone in the room but I was too angry to care about them or even thinking right.

I stopped in front of him and for a couple of seconds I looked into his piercing blue eyes before closing my own eyes, leaning in and crashing my lips against his, he was caught off guard for sure, he was almost petrified, as almost everyone else, who just gasped at what I did.

I didn't want to admit it and I couldn't think about it now because of my anger but I did feel something when I kissed Daryl, but for now I pushed it aside.

"About time!" I heard Carl exclaimed.

I pulled away, not daring to look at Daryl. I turned around, face my mother and once again raised my eyebrows at her and soon a smirk formed on my lips.

"Don't ever tell me what I can or can't do," I exclaimed and with that I turned around again and went up the stairs, leaving everyone, especially Daryl, astonished.

I was so furious I let myself act on my emotions without thinking, and it was not until a few hours later that I started to regret what I did, what if I ruined everything I had with Daryl? I exposed him in a way he didn't deserve, I couldn't help but feel as if I had made a mistake.

So, they finally kissed, I WANT to hear all your thoughts :D I bet it wasn't how you expected it to happen but it finally happened.

And I need all your help with something, I have been wanting to make a video when Daryl was a child and then as a teenager but I don't know what movie/actors to use. I may use Riding in Cars with boys, but I'm 100% happy with the actors.

And I also need the new movie from Jennifer Lawrence (I'm Joy, I think it's called), anyone else know where I can get it?

And too all the people that do watch my videos, I'm sorry. I promised that I would make a Merle/OC video but I have not had time at all (I come home from training at 12, then leave again before 3 and come home again around 6) and I'm still searching for the perfect song to use for it, so if you have any recommendations, please tell me :) But I have been wanting to make it so I will just have some patience :P

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