Later that night I stayed with Carl until he fell asleep, I'm brushing through his hair with my fingers as he slowly drifted to sleep as he lays his head on my lap.
Michonne is sitting next to me in the mini van.
"I just wanted to say thank you" Michonne says quietly cause Carl's sleeping. I turn my head towards her and I nod with a soft smile.
After Carl was in a deep slumber I decided to go outside with Rick and Daryl keep watch cause I couldn't sleep.
We're all sitting with our backs against the car.
I feel the warmth of the sun on my cold olive skin, feeling the cold air brush against my skin.
Daryl pours some water on a bandana and gives it to Rick.
"Save that for drinking" he rejects.
"Have you seen yourself?" Daryl questions then Rick starts cleaning the blood off his face and beard.
We all sit in silence for a minute.
"Thank you" Daryl lets out and I turn my head towards him confused.
"What for?" I question.
"For saving our asses" Rick finishes. "You know Carl was worried about you?" Rick says and I shake my head no.
"I was worried about him also I was scared that something bad happened to any of you" I say with full honesty. I notice that Judith isn't with them.
"Judith?" I question Rick and he shakes his head no, I loved Judith like she was my daughter. It feels like losing mine all over again.
"You've done a lot for us Tonya" Rick says and I smile a bit.
"Now you can call me Tony" I say and he grins.
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Are we really living?//TWD
FanfictionTonya is a 29-year-old who is brought into a chaotic world. She meets people that become her family, blood or not. "Jesus Christ" he murmurs and I chuckle. "Not even he can save you, from me" I say making eye contact with an evil grin plastered on...
