Shane and I sat outside of Hershels house that night and I looked at him wondering what was wrong. His eyes looked empty and he sat staring out in front of himself for a very long time before we spoke.
"Are you okay Shane?" I whispered softly, noticing a slight twitch when he heard his name. He sighed and rubbed his eyes before looking at me.
"Yeah, why?" he asked softly, hollow eyes staring back.
"You look like… like you’re sick or something." Honestly he looked like he was turning into a walker but I’d rather not tell him that.
"I’m fine. Just tired."
"Well go to sleep, I’ll stay out and watch."
"No, I’m fine out here."
"Shane, you’ve just been acting different."
"What are you talking about?" I scooted closer to him and cupped his chin looking into his dark eyes that seemed like black pits now. They had been filled with happiness and joy before the dead came back to life, and even in the beginning he was fine handeling it but now he had become distant and closed off.
"I miss you baby," I whispered and he sighed and brushed through my hair, kissing my crown and wraping his arms around me. I loved him but in reality I had no idea what he had been doing behind my back, and the reason why he had become so distant was his own lack in honesty.
(1/2) Could you write something where Carl, a girl (about 18), and Daryl are all that are left of the group They'd become this sibling dynamic, protecting each other. Daryl and Carl become worried when the girl starts shutting them out, becoming
(2/2) depressed instead of her usual playful, fiesty self.
I just want to say, after reading your last post here I think your mini fics are great, and I feel bad for not saying it sooner. I also love the photos you put with them, they're adorable and always seem to fit the story you wrote. Your writing makes me smile and I love reading it! Keep up the great work!
Oh my dear, you are so sweet and thank you so much. I really needed this and I appreciate it so much! So sorry for always being gone for so long!