02. DARYL DIXON
CARL’S DEATH HAS BEEN HARD ON THEM ALL, but Daryl can’t begin to imagine what Lori is going through. Carl had been one of the few who understood him, & more and more he’s found himself visiting the grave, hoping to talk, or blow of steam, because he knows Carl would always listen. Funny — Daryl had never cared for visiting graves before the end of the world. He watches Lori from a distance, hovering, wondering if he should approach or simply wait his turn. “— Jus’ now. You mind if I join you ?”
‘ no ---- not at all, ‘ a weak grin, as she waved for him to come over. he’d surely enjoy a talk or two, more than just per visit for her boy. ‘ i find myself talking to him everyday now, ‘ how she wished she could cut his hair one more time, how she could kiss every inch of his face, and hug him good night. now, she spoke to him, hoping to god there was a heaven. her boy was up in the clouds with everyone they’ve come to love. glenn, hershel, andrea, and many more who didn’t deserve such cruel fates.












