Barely Alive - TWD - Daryl Dixon

by masterpieceMCFLY

The horrors continue in Cecilia's life and now they just don't have to worry about the walkers but people too. Great challenges and tragedies will test her like never before, will she be able to keep fighting or will it be too much for her? Sequel of: Barely Surviving, I recommend to go read that part before this one.

21. Chapter 21 - Frenzy of Rage

"Hard times never last. Let your hope keep you joyful."

? Lailah Gifty Akita

Carl's POV

I slowly opened my eyes and realized it was already morning. I groaned, not wanting to get up and start another shitty day, nevertheless I sat up and stretched out my arms and as I did my back cracked. I looked down to my left and noticed Cecilia wasn't there anymore. I sighed and finally stood up.

I looked down at my father, who was lying on his back with his hands resting on his stomach, sleeping. The blanket Cici left for him only covered him from the waist down.

I turned around, grabbed the bag of Cereal from the floor and headed to the kitchen, I didn't want to admit it but I was starving, we hadn't eaten since the prison was bombed.

Cecilia was in there, sitting on a stool, with her elbows resting on the small round dining table that was inside the kitchen, and she had her hands holding her head as her long blonde hair hid her face. She raised her head a bit, looking out of the window but I still could see a glimpse of her eyes, that had nothing more than fear.

Slowly, I walked in, making sure to make a little bit of noise so I wouldn't startled her. She heard me and turned to look at me. She offered me a smile but I could tell it didn't reach her eyes, it was fake.

Honestly, Cecilia didn't look good at all, she had a long bruise along her jaw and part of her neck, and had little ones all around her face and her lip was swollen and broken. But that wasn't the worst, I already saw how bad she was from the attack at the prison, she even cleaned her face yesterday so she looked better in that sense but this morning she looked really pale, she looked sick. She looked frail and weak, and as I looked at her hands, I noticed they were slightly shaking.

I didn't know if I should bring it up or not, it was obvious she wanted to hide how bad she was from me. I wasn't sure if she was like this because she was in fact getting sick or because we hadn't eaten in almost three days.

Despite my worries, I smiled at her and headed to the counters, looking for some bowls. I unconsciously grabbed three and three spoons. I set them on the table and sat down on the other stool. I grabbed one bowl and served myself some cereal, I grabbed a second one and served some for Cecilia, I hesitated with the third but finally I served some cereal on it as well, when I was done I pushed a bowl towards Cecilia but she just shook her head at me.

"What?" I asked confused.

"I'm not hungry," she muttered.

"That's not possible," I told her, pushing the bowl even closer to her. "We haven't eaten in days, have some."

"I'll eat later," she told me with a heavy sigh. "Save it for me."

"Cici," I said in a fatherly way. "You..."

"I'm not feeling well," she finally admitted. "I'll see if the shower works, maybe that will help me."

"Alright," I said in defeat.

Cecilia pushed the stool back and stood up, I noticed she had a hand over her stomach, meaning she was still in pain, yesterday I saw the bruise on her stomach and it was really bad. Seconds later I heard her going up the stairs in a fast pace. I sighed and decided to take my bowl upstairs, I went to the green-painted room and sat on the bed. I slowly ate my cereal with a spoon out of habit, not that I needed to eat it with the spoon.

I knew I couldn't eat much, we were low on food so I tried to eat the cereal as slow as possible, chewing everything several times before swallowing it. As I ate I heard the shower, meaning it did in fact work.

When I finished my food, I randomly picked a book and started to read it, I had nothing else to do and it seemed like Cecilia was going to take a while, I could still hear the water running in the bathroom.

I sighed out of boredom, I felt useless here. I laid the book opened upside down on the bed, so I would read where I left off later. I stood up, grabbed the empty bowl and took it downstairs, I was going to the kitchen when I noticed that my father was still sleeping even when some hours had passed since sunrise.

"Dad?" I exclaimed as I started to walk towards him. "Dad?" I started to kick his left foot that was on the floor and nothing, so I knelt on one knee in front of him. I set the bowl on the floor and started to shake him. "Dad, wake up, come on!"

My father still wouldn't open his eyes or even groan as I shook him but I knew he was alive because I saw how his chest rose every time he inhaled. I got desperate and shook him even harder.
"Dad, wake up! Wake up!" I shouted at him as I kept shaking his body. "Wake up! Wake up! Wake up!"

I stopped shouting and shaking him when I heard the door being banged and moans outside, at that moment I felt like an idiot for making so much noise and attracting walkers towards us. I wouldn't admit it but now I was glad that my father had pushed that sofa against the door, they would have probably gotten inside if he hadn't done it.

I slowly stood up, making sure they wouldn't open the door and quietly went to the back door, going out, there was no time to tell Cecilia and even if I did tell her, she was showering, it would take her some time to get decent and help me, besides, I could do it myself.

I made my way to the front of the house with a gun in my hands, I noticed there were only two walkers banging on the door. I could kill them without any help but I needed to do it away from here so the noise wouldn't attract more. I made sure there were no more around before I started my mission.

"Hey, you!" I said loudly, the two ugly walkers slowly stopped banging on the door and turned to look at me. "Fresh meat right here. Come and get it."

The two of them started coming my way, I took some steps backwards so I wouldn't get them out of my sight until I got to the street, once there I turned around and kept glancing at them, to make sure they weren't too close to me.
"Let's take a walk, keep up. That's it," I said as I once again turned around and walked backwards. "Keep coming, very good. Come on. Right here, look at me. There you go."
I made them follow me two blocks away, when I decided it was far enough, I turned left into an empty lot with only vegetation, where I would kill them. Hopefully this was enough.
"Come on," I said, trying to get them further into this lot. I kept walking backwards when I heard one more source of moans, I turned around quickly and saw a third walker. "Oh, shit!"
This third walker lunged at me, I pressed my hands against its chest, trying to keep him away from me, far enough that he wouldn't bit me, with all my effort I pushed the walker but in the process I fell down on my butt. I dragged myself away from them but I wasn't quick enough to get away, they all kept coming at me, I wasn't in position to shoot, I knew I would miss so I kicked the walker, making it fall, that gave me time to deal with the other two.

One of them kept coming at me, I was on my back now and I was in a better position. I raised my gun and hit the first walker right in its forehead. Unfortunately, the dead walker fell on top of me, making it impossible for me to push it off of me and crawl away in time, so I focused on the next walker that was almost on top of me by now. I waited for it to kneel next to me and right when he was about to grab me, I shot it too, this one fell on top of me too, making it hard to breathe.

I tried to push it off of me but it wouldn't even budge. Lastly, the third walker, the one I kicked, finally stood up and was approaching me. I raised my gun and shot it but I missed, hitting its shoulder twice, I pulled the trigger a third time and this time I hit my target, its head and to my bad luck this one fell on top of the other two, maybe it was a bad idea to not tell Cecilia.

I let my head fall back and took deep breaths, even when it was hard to do when three bodies were on top of me. When I caught my breath, I looked up and noticed worms were getting out of the third walker's head, it was disgusting. I couldn't push them off of me, I knew that, so instead I pulled myself forward, getting out. When I was finally free, I stood up slowly as I kept gasping for air.

Then as I rested my hands on my knee, I felt sick to my stomach and seconds later my breakfast came up. I took a few more breaths to calm down before I cleaned my mouth and grabbed my hat, that had fallen off earlier during the struggle and then got my gun.

"I win," I told them, emotionless.
I made my way back to the street, which seemed deserted and I really hoped it really was, I didn't want to kill more walkers now. I went back to the house, walking in from the back door, making sure to lock it before going to where we had slept the night before, the first thing I noticed was that my father was still sleeping and that Cecilia wasn't here yet.
"I killed three walkers," I told my father as I took off my shirt, so I was just wearing a normal long sleeve T-shirt. "They were at the door. They were gonna get in, but I lured them away. I killed them."

I put my shirt on the sofa and rested my head next to it, looking down at my father, making sure he was breathing and he was, his chest went up and down.
"I saved you!" I exclaimed, rubbing it in his face in some way. "I saved you. I didn't forget while you had us playing farmer. I still know how to survive. Lucky for us," I whispered the last part.

I looked at my father with a disappointed look on my face, this was all his fault. I tried to listen to what Cecilia told me yesterday, to forgive him but I couldn't, he didn't do this just to me, that would be a different story, but he did it to everyone.
"I don't need you anymore," I exclaimed coldly and took three steps towards him. "I don't need you to protect me anymore. I can take care of myself. You probably can't even protect me, anyway. It was Cecilia the one that killed the walkers these last two days! You couldn't protect Judith!" I exclaimed, raising my voice with every sentence I was saying.

Truth was that The Governor and his people may have pulled the trigger but the guilty here was none other than my father. He pretended he wasn't there while Michonne, Cecilia and Daryl went out to look for him for weeks, Michonne even for months, while he just wanted to relax and become a farmer.

"You couldn't protect... Hershel or Glenn or Maggie. Michonne, Daryl, or Mum." With every name, I felt like a knife was stabbing me fast and hard, especially when I mentioned Judith and Hershel, because I was completely sure they were dead, I witnessed Hershel's death and it was horrible. "You just wanted to plant vegetables. You just wanted to hide," I exclaimed, finally starting to get everything out of my chest. "He knew where we were and you didn't care!" I shouted. "You just hid behind those fences and waited for..."

I stopped mid-sentence because my voice broke as flashes of what happened to our loved ones and our home crossed my mind. When I remembered how the Governor killed Hershel and when we found Judith's bloody carrier. I took a deep breath so I could keep getting all my frustration out.

"They're all gone now!" I shouted even louder, forgetting that I could be heard by walkers outside and not caring if Cecilia heard me. "Because of you! They counted on you! You were their leader!"

I took deep breaths to calm myself down a bit, but now that I had gotten that out I felt a bit better, just a tiny bit but it didn't make me hate my father any less. I slowly sat down and leant my back against the sofa, next to his left foot that was hanging from the sofa. I brought my knees up and rested my elbows on it.

"But now," I exclaimed angrily, looking in front of me. "You're nothing."

I buried my face in between my arms and let some tears fall from my eyes but not long after that, I sniffled, dried my tears and got to my knees, grabbing the bag with our few supplies and emptied it, throwing everything on the ground and then stood up.

"I'd be fine if you died," I muttered, not even looking down at him.

I turned around and left quickly, going upstairs to look for Cecilia, whom I expected to be here scolding me because of all the rude things I yelled at my father, but surprisingly she hadn't even said anything.

I ran upstairs and went to the master bathroom, I pressed my ear against the door and didn't hear any sound from there. Slowly, I put my hand on the knob and tried to turn it but it was locked, I was fearing Cecilia had left to look for Daryl but she was still in there.

"Cici?" I muttered as I knocked twice on the door, I was really surprised she was still in there, I was even scared something had happened to her, maybe she slipped and hit her head.

"Yeah?" I heard her now hoarse voice from inside, right when I was about to start kicking the door to see if she was still alive in there.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, I'm good," she muttered, her voice was low and hoarse I barely heard her.

"There were walkers outside, I killed them." I expected her to tell me something about being reckless but all I got was silent, which was unusual. "Are you sure you are okay? I could help if something's up."

"I'm good... I'm just..." I heard her cleared her throat before she spoke again. "... sad, I guess. I miss them."

"I miss them too," I told her as a lump formed in my throat. "Hey, I'm going out to bring more supplies, want to come?"

I rested my forehead against the white wooden door as I waited for her answer, which took a while. For a moment I thought she wasn't going to say anything.

"Not now, can you wait a bit?"

"Uh," I hesitated, I wasn't sure if I should tell her that I wasn't going to wait, we needed to take advantage of the light, or lie to her. I had never lied to her. "I, uh... sure. What are you even doing in there?"

"I'm taking a bath," she told me.

"You serious?" Ever since this happened we had learnt to be conscious of the water, trying not to waste it and we didn't even shower everyday because of it, so now I was really surprised Cecilia was taking a bath instead of a quick shower.

"I won't take much longer," she told me. "I just needed... I don't know, just some time alone."

"Okay," I mumbled. "If you need me, just call."

Without another word from either of us, I walked away and as I reached the door of the master bedroom I heard her sobbing, I stopped in my tracks, biting my lip, resisting the urge to go knock on the door and tell her something to cheer her up, but she said she needed time alone and maybe it would be better if I just left her be and then after she gets out of the bathroom, try to cheer her up.

As I planned I walked out of the house, closing the door as quiet as I could manage so Cecilia wouldn't hear and realize I lied to her. I wanted to get supplies and show my father I could manage on my own and besides, I wanted to get out of there, I couldn't stand being in the same place as my father right now.

As I walked on my own down the street I started to think about our loved ones, about Cecilia. At first I admit I got a bit upset at her when those walkers were out of the house and she didn't help me but she probably didn't even hear them. I knew, though, that if I had asked for her help, she would have left wearing just a towel if she had to.

Now all my brief anger towards her vanished like if it was never there, I got out my frustration and anger earlier and I still didn't feel one hundred percent better. She was different than me, though. She always preferred to keep things inside her chest, she always grieves and hurts in private, showing a strong face in public, making everything even worse for her.

She was hurting as much as me, probably even more. She had had a few rough weeks and she hadn't completely recovered from that. She was abducted, she almost died. She lost her mother, she lost her friend Amanda, now she lost Daryl, the person she loves the most and everyone else. I lost my sister, like she did about two years ago, she knows how I feel.

I stopped my train of thoughts when I came across a good-looking house, it almost seemed untouched, so I decided to go inside that one. I grabbed a lamppost before walking to the door. Once there, I ran to it to open it but instead of that, I fell down to the floor, defeated. The door didn't even bulge.

"Damn it."

I grabbed my hat, put it back on and picked up the lamppost against, using it to open the lock of the door, to my surprise, it was easier than I thought. I walked inside with extreme caution, even when it seemed like this house was free of walkers.

I went straight to the kitchen in hopes that I would find something more to eat. Luckily I found some cans and a bag of cereal, and then my eyes landed on something close to a dream. I grabbed a stool to step on it so I could reach this huge can. I grabbed and saw it was in fact chocolate fudge, I smiled, knowing I had hit a jackpot. I left it there and checked the other counters and drawers, finding some more food.

I put it all inside the bag I brought and then made my way upstairs, with the lamppost in my hands. I checked the first two rooms before closing the doors, then I walked to the third room, the door was already closed. As soon as I turned the knob and opened it slightly, I felt it being pushed from the inside with a lot of force and moans filled my ears. I struggled to shut it again but the walker had its arms out, not letting me close it. I pushed with all my force and still didn't accomplish anything so I decided to just kill the walker.

I let it open as I grabbed my gun, I was about to shoot when I fell backwards as I shot twice. I sat up and aimed at it, I shot him somewhere but I didn't kill him. It kept coming at me. I tried to shoot him but I had run out of ammunition. It grabbed my ankle but I kicked him with my other foot, it took a few kicks before it let go of me.

I stood up quickly and headed inside the room, the walker was faster than me so again I couldn't close the door. I ran to the window, trying to open it but it was stuck. I kept trying but I didn't have much time, the walker was inside the room, coming after me. When it was only a few steps away from me, I grabbed a lamp and hit it in the face with it, somehow we both ended on the floor, struggling.

I crawled away from the walker but I wasn't fast enough, the walker grabbed my ankle and it had a strong grip on me. I kept trying to get free until the walker grabbed my shoe instead of my leg and with all the force it was using to get me, he got my shoe off and I managed to escape. I stood up quickly and went to close the door but the books lying on the floor didn't let me do it. I kicked the books inside and finally achieved to close it and just on time, because the walker had stood up and was coming to me again.

I took deep breaths now that I was safe. Then I grabbed a chalk that was on the floor and wrote a warming on the door, so if someone came here, they would know there was a walker inside this room.

'WALKER INSIDE. GOT MY SHOE. DIDN'T GET ME.'

I wasn't in the mood to go back to the house we had found yet, so I went downstairs, grabbed the huge can of chocolate fudge and went upstairs again. I got out from a window of another room and sat on the edge of the roof, with my legs hanging from it. I opened the can and started to eat with a spoon, it was like heaven.

I was very lucky no walkers interrupted this nice moment, besides the walker that tried to kill me earlier but I just ignored it. I tasted every little bit of it and I was amazed when I had eaten more than half of it and I still wasn't close to being full, I really intended to save a bit for Cecilia but I couldn't stop myself, I just ate the whole can in a matter of an hour or an hour and a half, it was just so delicious.

When I finished, I let the can fall down to the ground before I crawled back inside the house. I rushed downstairs and grabbed the bag with the food I found here. I wanted to check at least another house but my stomach was too full I doubted I could run or do anything too fast, so I decided it was better to just go back and maybe tomorrow I could go looking for more.

When I got back I went upstairs after I checked on my dad, who hadn't moved an inch the whole day. I went to the master bedroom and found Cecilia lying on her side on the bed. She was curled into a ball and she looked miserable. She was wearing another T-shirt and some jeans that were a bit too short, by the looks of it, they belonged to the boy that lived here. As I walked further into the bedroom I saw a towel and her dirty red shirt lying on the floor but her jeans were nowhere in sight.

I sat on the other side of the bed and lied on my side as well, facing her. I scooted closer to her and wrapped an arm around her midsection. When I did, she just took a deep breath, like to suppress a sob.

"You went out," she accused, her voice was even hoarser than earlier today. "Why did you do that?"

"I needed to get out," I admitted. I was surprised she was so calm and wasn't shouting at me.

"I went out looking for you, I couldn't find you," she informed me. "I was so worried about you!"

She finally looked up at me, her eyes were puffy and red from all the crying, so she did in fact cry. She sniffled and moved some of her still wet hair away from her face.

"I'm sorry," I muttered, not knowing what else to say. "I bought you this, though. You have to forgive me for this."

I grabbed a package of Pop Tarts that I had left on the edge of the bed and handed it to her, I couldn't give her chocolate fudge so this would have to do. She took it and smiled at me.

"I'm forgiving you just because of this," she muttered. She opened the bag and took a piece from it, slowly eating it, still not moving from her position. I frowned, though, when she didn't eat any more. "Your dad hasn't woken up all day?"

"No."

She looked worriedly at me, she furrowed her eyebrows and then she looked down. I didn't want to admit it but I was worried too.

"He'll wake up," I told her. "He has too."

"Let's hope so," she whispered.

"Anyway, how are you? Do you feel any better?"

" A bit," she said, forcing a smile on her lips. "I'm sorry for being so absent today."

"You needed it, I understand."

I stayed with Cecilia for almost two hours, until it got dark. She fell asleep with tears in her eyes but I couldn't fall asleep, not matter how much I tried. I sat up, glanced at Cecilia one time before I stood up. I grabbed the edge of the bed cover on my side and slowly pulled it towards her, covering her because I could tell she was cold. Once I was done, I went downstairs, I just couldn't leave my father alone down there, what if more walkers tried to get in? I should be there.

Tonight, I sat on the floor, my back against the sofa, I didn't even realize when I fell asleep, I only knew I had in fact slept a bit when I opened my eyes some hours later.

I turned to look at my father and noticed he was still in the same position he had been the whole day and night. He hadn't moved at all and that worried me a lot. Seconds later I saw his left arm, that was hanging from the sofa, twitching. My eyes went wide and all the sleepiness washed out of me. I even heard him snarling.

I gasped and quickly crawled backwards away from him. He raised his head to look at me as I desperately tried to grab my gun. I wanted to shout to Cecilia to come help me but I couldn't say anything, I was too bewildered that all I could do was grab my gun.

My father raised his arm, trying to get me and in the process he fell from the sofa with a loud thud. Sobs got out as I pointed the gun at my father, who kept trying to get me. My hands shook as I kept sobbing, trying to shoot him but I couldn't pull the trigger, that's why I was trying to call Cecilia but I couldn't find my voice either.

Then he finally got me. His hand fell on top of my shoe and that's when I dropped my arms and just gave up, knowing I couldn't shoot my dad, walker or not. I closed my eyes tightly and let my head drop to the side.

"I can't," I muttered as tears fell down my face. "I was wrong, just do it."

"Carl." I opened my eyes and looked down at my father, he said my name, right? Did he? If he did, that meant he was still alive. I was thinking I hallucinated it when he spoke again and got on all four. "Don't go outside. Stay safe."

Then his legs and arms finally gave in and he fell down again next to me. It took me a few seconds to recover from the horrible experience I just had but when I did I crawled closer to him, put my hand under his head and laid it on my thighs, using them as a pillow for him.

"I'm scared," I muttered as I looked down at his face, being so relieved he was still alive. I cried harder, I wasn't sure why, if it was because of everything that had happened lately or out of relief, I still had my dad. I slowly rested my forehead against his, feeling some kind of safety and reassurance "I'm scared. I'm scared."

I wasn't sure how much time I spent like that, embracing my father, I just felt like I needed to, so I didn't move until Cecilia came and moved me to the cushions I had slept on last night, I was half asleep so I barely remember, then she tried to get my father on the sofa but she couldn't, so she dragged him towards a carpet that was nearby, then she went to grab the pillow and put it under his head. Then she sat on the couch and that's the last thing I remember before I fell asleep again.

The next morning when I woke up I noticed Cecilia and my father weren't in the room, I stood up quickly and went looking for them, I found them in the kitchen, whispering to each other. My father looked concerned while Cecilia's back was facing me, so I couldn't see her face but I noticed she had her elbows on the table like the day before and she was looking down at the table, her slim but toned shoulders were drooped.

My father stopped talking when he saw me by the door, he smiled at me but he still looked concerned, which only made me really nervous.

"Everything okay?"

"Yeah," he told me. "Cecilia was just talking to me, go back to the other room, we'll be back there."

I found it extremely weird but I listened to my father and went back to the other room. I sat down on the floor with my back against the sofa like I had done a few times already. I could still hear their voices but they were too low I couldn't make out what they were talking about.

A few minutes later the two of them joined me like my father assured me they would. Cecilia sat on the cushions I had used to sleep and my father sat next to me, in the same position I was in.

"You shouldn't have risked it, going out there like that," he told me, his voice was still hoarse but he had gotten better. Cecilia probably told him everything that happened yesterday while he was out, maybe that's why he looked concerned. "It's dangerous."

"I was careful," I assured him and turned to look at him. He nodded at me.
"It's good that you found more food," he told me, making me feel happy and like if I did in fact accomplish something good.
"I found even more but," I admitted, remembering the big can I ate by myself. "I ate it."
"What was it?" he asked as he turned to look at me. Not only his voice had gotten better but all of him. He could open both eyes now and now that his face wasn't all bloody he looked more like my dad.

"A one hundred twelve ounces of pudding," I said with a small chuckle.

"What?" Cecilia exclaimed. "And you didn't save me any?"

"I wanted to but it was so good," I told her with another chuckle. My father chuckled as well, being a bit surprised of the amount of food I ate.

"Well, we'll have to find more," Cecilia told me.

"Definitely," I said smiling.

Then the cheery mood turned a bit sad and tense. I looked down at the ground, waiting for my father to speak. Honestly, after what happened yesterday I realized how much I actually needed him, even if Cecilia was here or not. I needed him, he was my dad and no one can replace him. I also realized how much I love him and that without him, living wouldn't be worth it.

"I know we'll never get things back to the way they used to be," he told us both, looking first at Cecilia and then at me.
"What?" I asked him.

"I only clung to that for you Carl, even for you Cecilia " he told us. "For Judith. Now she's... gone."
I wasn't going to lie that it didn't hurt me when he said her name, when he said she was dead but I just looked down again and said nothing, a lump was forming in my throat and I didn't want my voice to break right now.

"And you," he said looking at me again, slowly I looked up at him once again. "You're a man, Carl. You're a man. I'm sorry."
"You don't need to be," I told him. Now I knew I was wrong. I smiled at him for the first time in days and he smiled back at me.

"Come here," he said after a very long but comfortable pause. I wrapped my arms around his neck, making sure not to hurt him, as he embraced me with his right arm. "You too, Cecilia."

Cecilia smiled at him and quickly stood up and walked toward us. She knelt in front of my father and hugged him with one arm and hugged me with her other arm, the two of us did the same, hugging each other.

As we hugged I couldn't be more glad to have my father and the girl I considered my big sister with me. I could have ended up with anyone else or even alone but now I considered myself very lucky to be with the two of them.

"We'll make it work," my father assured us just before we all pulled away, sitting down again, my father in between the two of us, with an arm around our shoulders.

A few minutes later I stood up and grabbed some cereal again. I served the three of us some and took my dad and Cecilia two bowls and then went for mine and sat down again next to my father. We were eating peacefully when we heard a loud knock on the door.

Cecilia quickly put her bowl down on the floor and ran to the other side of the room and picked up her crossbow, while we grabbed our guns and stood up as well. I hadn't heard a single moan from the other side and there was only a single knock on the door, so the chances were that it was a person, a living person on the side of the door.

My father got on the sofa and saw through the peephole while Cecilia had her crossbow aimed at the door and I was doing the same with my gun. My father slowly turned to look at us then, and let himself plummet on the sofa with a soft chuckle, making me wonder what was so funny.

"What?" Cecilia and I asked at the same time, my father just looked at us with a big smile.

"It's for you," he told us.

Cecilia quickly stood by the window and moved the curtain a bit. She tried to see for a bit until she finally managed to do it. She gasped and brought her hands to her mouth.

"Oh my God!" she muttered.

When I made my way to the window, Cecilia ran out of the room, probably to go to the back door. Still wondering what was going on, I looked out the window and as Cecilia it took me a while to get to see what I was supposed to see but when I did I felt my heart skipping a bit.

"Michonne!" I exclaimed loudly with a smile, she heard me, she turned to look at me with a huge smile on her lips. "Go to the back door!"

Right when she was going down the stairs of the porch, Cecilia got to where she was. They embraced before Cecilia led her to the back of the house. I couldn't wait any longer so I ran to the back as well and as she took a step inside the house, I wrapped my arms around Michonne."

"Woah," she exclaimed as she hugged me back. "Hey there!"

Cecilia and I took Michonne to where my dad was, he was on his feet now. They didn't embrace or anything but they smiled so big at each other it was obvious they cared about the other.

"Good to see you," my dad said, still with a smile.

Michonne said nothing, she just nodded as happy tears were about to spill from her eyes. Honestly, I never thought I would see Michonne again, I thought she was killed but I couldn't be happier that I was wrong.

Finally something good happened.

So I did something different this chapter, it's on Carl's POV, what do you think of that?
So my gift to you is this second update and since since it was a different POV it's extra special :D Anyway, Merry Christmas to everyone, I hope you have a wonderful day.

QOTD: There are different Christmas traditions around the world, so how do you celebrate it? I heard somewhere you have to say a poem before opening gifts in Germany, is that true?

By the way I just finished my new TWD video, it's Negan's. Here's the link if you want to watch it:

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