part 6

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glenn gave marcella's hand a squeeze of appreciation. rick then ripping off the ear necklace that daryl had been wearing.

"let's keep that to ourselves." rick instructed as the group met with the others.

"guys, isn't this sophia's?" t-dog spoke up, holding the doll that in fact did belong to the missing little girl.

everyone stopped and stared at it for a moment, it was the first real evidence of sophia's possible safety.

***

around half an hour later, marcella was sat on the porch where she played the guitar, humming to herself as she did so. that is until glenn arrived.

"hey." he began, a small smile on his face.

"hi." marcella smiled briefly back.

"so like, are we good now..." he awkwardly asked her, playing with his hands.

"what makes you think that we're good?" an unamused marcella questioned back, her eyebrows furrowed as she placed the guitar against her chair.

"you erm... you held my hand earlier." glenn looked down, not willing to make eyecontact with the girl that sant in front of him.

marcella stood up, walking up to glenn. "if i would've gone out with daryl today, maybe he wouldn't have been hurt and then shot." she muttered to glenn before passing him, walking off towards camp.

glenn stared at marcella as she walked off, just wanting his favourite person back; he felt like he was nothing without her and he hated it.

***

"hey daryl." marcella began as she awkwardly walked into his room.

"what's up?"

"i just wanted to apologise for not going with you today, i was gonna go but-" daryl cut marcella's mumbling off.

"ner. it's fine, not your fault that this happened." he reassured her, wanting marcella to not feel guilty as daryl had taken a liking to the young lady as he believed she was strong and genuinely a good person.

"but if i was there i could've stoppe-" daryl once again cut marcella off.

"hey. it's not your fault, i promise. plus you didn't shoot me." daryl laughed at the end.

"thankyou daryl and i hope you get better." marcella smiled before leaving the room.

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