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❛Y’guys are so fuckin’ borin’.❜

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Carol had been wandering around, a little lost in the dark, trying to find her way home. She didn’t come to this part of town much and it wasn’t really the best place to be when it was getting dark, especially drunk.   Her eyes fell on another person a little way ahead of her.   “Scuse me - can y’tell me where I am?” she asked, trying to seem a little soberer than she was.

It had been six months since the Meyer of Alexandria welcomed Richie into the sheltered community, and he still enjoyed the small pleasures the most. Like being able to take an evening walk without fearing for his life. The new group had initially made him nervous and the first few days he had been prepared for them to turn on this trusting little town, but apart from being socially awkward they seemed pretty eager to get back to civilization. The sudden question made him look up sharply, a bit spooked at his own lack of attention. That’s her! The cookie-baking woman! his mind supplied helpfully and he tried to remember her name. Carol..? He raised his hand and gave a small wave, and as he sauntered closer he studied her. “Sure!” he said, turning and was about to point into the dark streets, where almost every house looked the same even in daylight. “Uh... why don’t I come with you a bit of the way, it’s hard enough to find your way around here sober.” He grinned, shuffling his feet. “Unless you’re not as think as I drunk you are”, he added. “I’m Richie, by the way.”

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          they were safe,  but for how long ?  it almost seemed like this war was never ending.  they lived in fear that they would lose someone else.  already they had lost such an important person, someone who was supposed to be their future.  that had been pain enough, but he’d be  damned  if he let carol slip through his fingers again.  ❛ y’ain’t dyin’ on me. ❜  words come out rough, as arms wrap around to lift her from the ground.  he needs to get her in the clear, somewhere safe and secure where he can patch the wounds she’d received.  at least they weren’t bites.  ❛ y’hold on, y’hear me ? ❜

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"I'm not okay..." Tears stung her blue orbs as the words left her lips. She couldn't do this anymore...

Daryl sighed, tugging her to his chest and pulling her into one of his very rare hugs. He knew he was no good at words but maybe this would be enough to comfort her. 

“…M’sorry.” He whispered, his southern drawl low and quiet with guilt deep seeded in his murmur. The youngest  Dixon wish he could take her pain away. If only for a moment.

But it’d never be enough.

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Shane wasn’t happy about being right, not even for a moment. How could he be self-congratulatory when a little girl was dead? He was conflicted, he was frustrated. He wanted to get off this farm with the barn that smelled like death, but Rick wasn’t listening, Lori wouldn’t talk to him, and every time he talked to anyone else it felt like he always got into a fight.

It was so bad that one evening he couldn’t bear the thought of sitting with everyone at dinner. He made some excuse about fixing a fence and then went off to be alone. It was pitch dark outside when he decided he needed to eat something, so he headed to the RV to where they kept their canned goods. He was startled to find someone in there.

“Jesus, Carol, you scared the shit out of me.” He said, a little more sharply than he would like. His expression softened, “I thought ya’ll were staying up in the house.”

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          “ What’s going on with you? ”  Question left her with furrowed brows and a curiosity about the woman who had so fearlessly saved them all from Terminus, the woman who seemed to be able to pull of this strange persona of an innocent little homemaker who couldn’t even hold a gun. But now, now it seemed like she was acting strange, well, as much as Rosita could tell. Of course, she couldn’t pretend to know Carol, really know her, she didn’t. But Rosita was observant, and things just didn’t feel right. 

          “ Ever since all that crap with Morgan, and that wolf he was hiding... You’ve been acting different. ”