We had made it to the Center for Disease Control in Atlanta finally, and here we stood in a elevator with a man we just met, carrying his own weapons. He explained who he was, what had happened and what he was working on while he showed us around, but all I could think about was that he had given us a new chance to actually make it out there. To be safe, even if it was only for a moment.
He had given us our own rooms and let us know dinner would be ready soon, and instead of running off to take a shower that I needed, I walked up to the man named Dr. Edwin Jenner and thanked him.
"You just saved us," I said softly and he shook his head while looking away.
"We’ll just have to see for how long," he said quietly.
"Every bit counts," I smiled and walked off to finally be able to take care of myself. And hell, if I could get my hands on a bottle of jack there was no stopping me of enjoying every drop of it.
Before Morales and his family left, Rick and I went around to try and talk him out of it but it was no use.
"You can’t be sure if your family is alive or not, you can stay with us," Rick said calmly trying to persuade them.
"No, we have to see for ourselves."
"Morales you and Rick are the only ones who have their family complete. Please take care of yourself, Miranda, Louis and Eliza. It’s dangerous out there." Soon after our last words to one another they left, and we never heard from them again.
Up until this day I still wonder if they’re still alive or not.
I heard some yelling downstars of the nursing home and ran down while I grabbed my own shotgun to see what was going on. When I was outside, I saw Guillermo, Jorge and Felipe pointing a gun at a sheriff and a redneck while Miguel stood in the middle.
"You guys here for the cute asian?" I asked the two men, they looked like what Glenn had described. During a scuffle for a bag of guns the Vatos gang had taken him hostage. I had told them to let him go but they wanted to make a fair trade, so we were waiting on them to show up with Miguel who they had taken.
The sheriff and redneck looked surprised at me, obviously not expecting a young woman in a business suit to be among a group of thugs. Truth be told, these men had been taken care of the people in the nursing home, they were saviors and I had been working with Guillermo for a long time.
"Who the hell are you?" The redneck asked still holding his gun up.
"Leave them alone boys, come on. We can’t afford to losing any limbs or people," I sighed while walking up to Miguel and whiping blood off of his face from a bloody nose.
"Hey bonita, let your boys sort this out. Vatos has this under controle, we want those guns," Felipe muttered.
"Felipe, you better put that gun down before I get abuela and tell her you’re about to shoot the guys whose friend you kidnapped." The three mexican men looked back at me and sighed, knowing I was right. It was hard being a thug when the world had gone to shit and there was still someone to put her foot down.
"Alright, come on in but put your weapons down, we’ll talk like civilized people," Guillermo said easily but still ready to attack if anything happened. The sheriff and redneck walked up to me and thanked me while I checked them. Glenn seemed nice, there should’nt of been a problem with these guys. The boys just wanted to show who was boss around here now.
"Hey it’s no problem. These guys are like big brothers and I’ve learned to put my foot down. Your asian friend is cute by the way, come on in."
For a moment I expected her to run up to me, just as Andrea and Amy had run towards each other. I had thought that my sister would be among them, just a sliver of hope I always had when they returned from a run. But again no one was there to run into my arms and my loneliness struck hard. But I didn’t give up hope. She was out there somewhere and I wasn’t going to give up on believing in that.
"Are you okay?" Amy asked me carefully. The sisters looked at me and I nodded quietly.
"Yeah, glad your back Andrea," I smiled at the young woman and left, trying to hide my sadness.
I looked up at Ed with hatred while Carol took a few steps back, I had had it with his horrible ways. I was through with the pain he brought my aunt. I was pissed off for even thinking about the sexist man he was. She had done EVERYTHING for him, and what was even worse was the way he treated my cousin Sophia.
"You listen to me you little shit, just because mommy and daddy didn’t want you and we were nice enough to let you live with us, doesn’t mean you have a saying in this family."
"Family? What family Ed?! I only see an abusive man and his frightened wife and daughter! This isn’t a family,because you’re the fucking asshole who tore it apart!" I had wanted to yell at him for ages, just simply because Carol had never mustered up the strength or courage to fight back. Who could blame her, it was her husband and she loved him and looked past the asshole he was. I remembered a time they were actually truly happy together, but that was over now.
By now all the Atlanta survivors had come to stand around us, and Ed was about to pop with rage. He was fuming.
He took a step towards me and Rick, Shane and Daryl stood by, ready to pounce on him if he tried anything.
"I’m not taking care of you anymore. Neither is Carol and you won’t be seeing Sophia. Get away from my family," he hissed, trying to maintain his posture and trying to hold back from making this scene become even worse.
"Do whatever you want, but you’re not stopping my from seeing MY family. Sophia is my cousin and Carol is my aunt. You’re just the asshole she married and I’ll be damned if you lay another hand on her!"
Not like this. Not like this. Not like this.
The same thing went through my head over and over.
Not like this. “FUCK,” I yelled, throwing the pregnancy test away from me, as if it was something disgusting. Daryl was going to kill me. Or even fucking worse, leave me to do this shit alone. I knew his brother Merle wasn’t going to be of any help, especially not now while the world was coming to an end.
I heard a knock on the door and I sat straight up immediantly with fear. I couldn’t move. This wasn’t even my damn house, or theirs! We were just trying to get throught Atlanta to find somewhere safe. Fuck, fuck fucking Daryl Dixon!
"Hey, open up. What’s taking you so long?" I swallowed hard but didn’t answer. I knew he was going to leave, I knew how these kinda guys were. Fuckity fuck, we weren’t even friends, I’d known him for a while but not in any way like this. Not since recently at least.
"You okay?" I started to sniff and shook my head although he couldn’t see me.
"No," I whimpered with fear. There were monsters out there, call them what you’d like but in my eyes they were monsters. I sure as hell didn’t want to get bitten by those fuckers any time soon.
"Open up, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing, nothing is wrong," I said, rubbing my temples and trying to figure out what to do.
"Can I come in?" I shakily stood up and opened to door to let the man in. He took a look at me and knew immediantly there was something wrong.
"What’s up?" he asked calmly. I sat on the edge of the tub while I threw a glance at the pregnancy test, he saw it within the second and snapped his head back at me.
"You gonna answer me girl?" Now he was very serious. I already knew what his response was gonne be; "It ain’t mine! What are YOU gonna do about it. YOU have to do something." At least that was what I expected.
"Fuck, alright," I said softly and stood up.
"You’re gonna leave me. I know it damn well Daryl, so let me just finish what I’m going to say. I’m pregnant with your child. Before you ask, yes I’m sure it’s yours because you’re the only person I’ve been with in at least a few months. Just help me pack my bags and drop me off somewhere where I have a chance to survive," I sighed softly, trying to remain strong. I didn’t need a man. I could do this by myself… Who was I kidding, I needed all the help I could get. But I wasn’t going to admit it.
Daryl just stared at me and I looked away, trying to stop myself from tearing up because I was so afraid of being alone out there.
"Alright. Grab your bags, we’re gonna have to find a safe spot for us to stay. You need someone who knows about these kinda things and I’ll be damned if I let you do this on your own." I looked up at him almost in shock while he stood with his hands crossed before his chest.
"I ain’t like the other guys out there sugar. You should know that by now. So remain calm and don’t do anything to hurt our child, you hear me?" I nodded silently and just as he was about to leave the room, I started to cry. He knelt before me and wiped the tears from my eyes with his hands.
"No use crying over it, there ain’t nothing we can do. You ain’t got a tummy yet. So let’s get a move on," he said helping me up.
"You’re not going to leave me?" I whispered softly.
"Not unless I get bit or killed," he told me seriously. I couldn’t believe my ears, but he was as serious as what was going on throughout the world right now.
"Daryl, I…" I cried and put my arms around his neck while he held me close, letting me release all my emotions and rubbing my back. I guess I might’ve misjudged him, because he was going to take care of us after all.
I hadn’t known much about Jim and Jacqui during our time together. We hadn’t really taken the chance to learn more about each other. But in the end I had wished I did, just to be able to carry them with me a little more, just to be able to spread their story so they wouldn’t be forgotten.
Jacqui had been the motherly type, she had taken care of her brothers after her mother passed away and she showed that in the group too. She had taken care of my wounds when I first came along and she had introduced me to everyone. Although we never got to chance to really get to know everything about one another, I would never forget the kind woman.
Jim had two sons and a wife who had been attacked and turned during the outbreak. He had survived and had been a great asset to the group, seeing how he repaired some cars and was able to get us moving. He was a kind but scared man who had left us too soon.
And for some reason, while I layed here to die and I thought about those I had met the past few months, I couldn’t help but think about Jacqui’s last words to Jim while I started to fall into a sleep I would never wake up from again.
"Just close your eyes sweetie, don’t fight."
Hello there! So, I’ve been doing some new posts on some different and older characters in the show, just to point out that I WILL NEVER FORGET THEM *cries and clings to T-Dog, Dale, Sophia, Amy and everyone else*.
But instead of doing EVERYBODY on the show, I would like to know who you would like to see written about because there are a LOT of characters. I’ll be writing about Bob, Sasha, Lizzie, Mika, Judith and Tyreese soon because they’re part of the main group right now, but who else?
Let me know!
And you’re always welcome to send in a request!
"You’re a very wise man," I told Dale smiling and he nodded with a grin on his face. He knew it damn well too.
"I was married to my Irma for years, and I loved her even after all the badnews and she had passed away. I still love her now and will never love another woman like that. But you shouldn’t give up on love my dear. You like that boy right over there? You go try and make it work out. Don’t give up on love, because during times like these, sometimes it’s all that’ll keep you going. I hope you remember that, even when I pass away," he said.
"Don’t say that," I told him strictly. "You’re not going anywhere without me." He smiled at me and both of us hoped it was true. He reminded me so much of my grandfather that I couldn’t help but love the old man and his wise words.
I sat by myself outside in the middle of the night in front of the prison gates, thinking about all my friends I had lost over the course of a few months. They had been the reason we had gotten so far, the reason why we had survived. Everyone had their fair part to play in this fucked up world, but sadly we hadn’t all made it this far.