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I woke up to my head pounding, and something was hooked around my wrist.
"Hershel!" I called.
He came hobbling in, Daryl right after him.
"Couldn't take any chances." Hershel claimed, unhooking the handcuffs.
"How long have I been out?" I asked.
"Just a few hours." Hershel replied.
I sat up, moving my legs over to the edge of my bed.
I nodded, slowly standing up and gripping onto the bed railing.
Daryl wrapped his hand around my forearm, keeping me steady.
"Ya look like crap." Daryl stated.
I narrowed my eyes at him before pulling my arm out of his grip.
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I stared at myself in the mirror.
Daryl was right, I do look horrible.
I dug through my drawers of clothes and found my Chapstick which I put over my chapped lips after pulling on some yoga pants and a oversized hoodie.
I pulled my wet hair up into a bun and slowly left my cell.
"What are you doing up this late?" Hershel asked.
"I got bored." I replied.
"Where's Daryl?" I asked.
"Went huntin'." Maggie answered.
"Oh, did he say when he'd be back?" I inquired.
"Said give him a couple days." Maggie replied.
I nodded, picking my fork up and bringing the meat to my mouth.
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I smiled at the Woodbury citizens that were walking through the prison.
"He left them to die." Glenn stated, passing me as he lead the new comers to their cells.
Apparently, the Governor left his people to fend for theirselves after lighting their town on fire.
I walked outside, finding Rick working on a car.
He stuck a funnel in a tube before pouring anti-freeze into the funnel.
"Are you just gonna stare at me or are you gonna talk to me?" Rick asked.
"Which one would make you less uncomfortable?" I joked.
"Hold this." He ordered, pointing to the funnel.
"You can't hold a funnel?" I asked.
"Just go back inside." He grumbled.
"No." I argued.
He looked at me and narrowed his eyes before taking the funnel out of my hand.
"Go inside." He demanded, his tone hateful.
I was taken aback from his tone, not sure what to think. He just got hateful with me for no reason.
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"I'll take over." I told Maggie who was standing at the edge of the watch tower.
She turned around, tears in her eyes.
"Maggie, what's wrong?" I asked.
"You can't tell anyone." She replied.
"What?" I asked.
"I might be pregnant." She answered.
"Do you have a test?" I inquired.
"No." She replied.
"I'll go get you one." I offered.
"You'd do that?" She asked.
"Of course. I wanna get away for a bit anyways." I replied with a smile.
"Thank you so much." She whispered, squeezing my hand.
I walked down the stairs of the watch tower, finding Rick still working on the car.
"Is it ready yet?" I asked, standing beside Rick.
"Almost, why?" He inquired.
"Need to go pick up some things." I answered.
"I'll go with you." He replied.
"No, I'm good." I stated.
"You're either going out with me or you're not going at all." He replied.
"Why can't I go alone?" I asked, getting irritated.
"Fine. Go alone." He snapped, throwing me the keys and slamming the hood.
I rolled my eyes and watched him walk into the prison.
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I tied my bandana around my mouth, Rick doing the same.
We'd lost four people since some type of flu.
I lowered the body into the grave before covering it with dirt.
"Daryl should've been back by now." Rick stated.
"Shouldn't we go look for him?" I asked.
A loud cough escaped my lungs, making me wince as it irritated my raw throat.
"Get in there now." Rick ordered.
"I'm fine. It's just a cold." I replied.
He grabbed ahold of my arm and began pulling me into the prison, and stopped before we were in the quarantined cell block.
"Do I have to?" I asked.
"You'll get better." Rick answered.
I sighed and opened the door.
"Care to help me with some rounds?" Hershel asked.
"Not at all." I replied.
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