Are we really living?//TWD

THIRTY-FIVE

Its been about 2 days later since the whole, almost killing someone with my bare hands, and Rick says I was being irrational. Ha. Okay yeah.

Why doesn't anyone get that I was protecting and getting revenge cause he was going to, hurt Glenn.

I think everybody in this whole mumbo jumbo is scared of me, they should be, I mean if their gonna poke a bear with a stick and not expect to get mauled by it their dumb as shit.

"This is looking good so far, Eric" I say unwrapping his ankle. It's been almost a 3 weeks since he's fractured his leg.

He's laying sitting on one of the beds with his legs sprawled out in front of him for me to check him.

I start rotating and moving his ankle around. "Any pain or discomfort?" I ask him.

"No, but it is still a bit sore" he answers and I nod at him.

"It is but just a bit, just in case don't start running a marathon or anything" I say and he rolls his eyes.

"I think I'm not going to do anything like that anytime soon" He says and I nod with a smile.

"Well if you are feeling anything or even just a bad feeling in your gut, come see me, yeah?" I say.

"Definitely. Hey you should go to Deanna's welcome party." He says and I give him a a look.

"I don't think they want, a woman who beats people up like a gorilla, to come to a party. And they don't like me." I say. I don't want to go if I don't feel welcome.

Like if you were to put a demon in heaven.

"You don't know that" he says as if it was a fact.

"I beat up 2 off their people in 2 days, trust me they don't like me" I say. I don't want to go somewhere and not feel welcome, it's just not my vibe.

"I like you" he says and I grin. I get he's trying to make me feel better, and it's working a bit.

"I like you too, Eric" I say and I hold up a fist, he chuckles then knocks my fist with his. Huh, where's his boyfriend?

"Where's Aaron? I was just starting to warm up to him." I ask and Eric rolls his eyes.

"He's going hunting today." He says putting on his other shoe. So is Daryl. "Can you at least try?" He asks attempting puppy dog eyes.

I sigh through my nose. "Maybe" I say and he smiles.

"I knew you would"

"I said maybe don't get your hopes up" I say with a breathy chuckle at the end.

Later that day, I gave myself another tattoo. Not on my face yet, but I did do a skull on the back of my left hand, it's in my style though but I like it.

I can't help but wonder, why can't I just be like everyone else here? Why am I so difficult?

"Can I get some ink?" I hear Daryl say, I nod and pat the seat next to me at the dining table.

He sits down and I clean the needle with the alcohol.

"What would you like?" I ask him and he looks at my fresh tattoo.

"I want the same one" he says while looking at my hand.

"Like matching? Did we just become best friends?" I tease him and he rolls his eyes.

"Nevermind" he scoffs.

"No no for real, where do you want it?"

"On my hand like you" he says then puts his hand on the table closer to me.