Are we really living?//TWD

THIRTEEN

We all went to go find a place to rest for the night, it was a little spot in the woods.

I fed Judith I covered up with my jacket as I fed her. When she fell asleep I kept her into my arms as I laid my back against a tree close to the group.

Carl lays next to me leaning on my arm, it has been a day indeed. I look at everyone in the group and I can't help but notice that Tara is sneaking looks towards Rosita.

I smile to myself about a memory about me and Frankie.

"Hey pretty lady" Abraham grabs my attention. "I can't help but notice, were you in the military?" He asks and I chuckle then nod.

"I did go into the military, for 6 years I was a trauma surgeon" I say proud of what I've done.

"You barely look 25" he exclaims and I chuckle.

"Do not flatter me I'm 29" I say between my laughs as he smiled at me.

I taught Carl some more Italian then the group fell asleep were all taking shifts it was Bobs turn.

I know were all tired and hungry but I might be tired but I know I am not going to sleep anytime soon, no matter how dark the circles under my eyes get.

"Ya want me to get her?" Daryl asks meaning sleeping Judith, I shake my head. He sits next to me on the other side of sleeping Carl.

"Can't sleep?" He questions and I shake my head again. I still think nothing is real like my heart beating in my chest isn't real, or anybody in our group.

"Daryl?" I say and he hums in response.
"Can you just touch me?" I ask him and he furrows his eyebrows. "Just shake my shoulder or touch my cheek or something" I ask him.

He shakes my thigh and I let out a breath.

"Why did ya need me to do that?" He asks in a concerned tone.

"It happens sometimes with my disorder usually Maggie would help me out but I did not want to worry her considering what happened today" I say honestly, my mind is starting to calm down.

"How long has this been goin on?" He asks and I shrug.

"Maybe the whole day I don't really know" I say with a sad chuckle coming out, I call them sad laughs or sad chuckles cause that's what happens when I feel emotional I start laughing.

"I was worried about ya" Daryl admits.
And I knit my eye brows together.
"When ya distracted the walkers at the prison, then ya got hurt" he says meaning the burned wound, I look down.

"I was worried when you killed those guys on the way to Terminus, and I'm worried for ya now" he continues. I sigh then I lay my head on his shoulder.

"Your stuck with me Dixon whether you like it or not. And when I am gone you will remember me even if you do not want too. Even when I kick the bucket I am going to grow on you so much that you are going to miss the holy hell out of me"I say and he chuckles.