Don't Close Your Eyes [TWD]

°•twenty•°

The new plan seemed to be no plan..

It'd been three weeks since the hospital by Rick's calculation. Three weeks from losing the first car, then the van, and now on foot.

Three weeks since Beth.. two weeks since Tyreese..

Two weeks since Kate has spared a glance in my direction..

"I don't know what I did," I whisper to Glenn as we all continue to walk down the road.

"You didn't do anything," he quickly denies.

I sigh and before I could say anymore, he sets a hand on my back with a comforting smile.

"You haven't eaten in days.. You don't have to spend your energy on this," he says.

"I.." I start but don't finish as I nod.

"Okay," he nods back, rubbing my back and pulling me a bit closer to him so I could lean on him more.

I felt bad for him.

Maggie had become distant from everyone since the hospital. She may say a few words to Glenn and I, but she speaks to Sasha the most now.

Kate refused to speak to anyone outsode Paul anymore. No matter how hard Glenn tried, she ignored each word he said.

I tried to be there for him as much as I could. I know he's been constantly struggling since the prison. He wasn't even fully healed from his sickness until he and I were on our own. Then, he had to learn of Hershel, be stuck on a truck unwillingly from Abraham, everything that transpired in Terminus and how he was nearly taken from us then, he became the level headed one in between Rick and Abraham, once again be divided from the group, learn of Eugene's truth, lose Beth, lose Tyreese, and now had Maggie and Kate acting so distant..

How he was holding up, I had no clue. I felt bad for relying on him so much, he had to be completely drained from everything that's happened thus far.

But, it's also what drew me to him to begin with, even in that quarry years ago. He went through everything with a strong will, refusing to snap like everyone else had. That's why I trusted him. It's why I've always looked up to him. It's why I'm more than proud to know the title he calls me of his daughter.

He notices my glancing back and forth to him and smiles.

"It's okay. Just a little longer.. Just hang in a little longer and we'll be okay, " he says.

I must've looked how I felt, I figure. Food was scarce, water was rare. The heat didn't help matters as there wasn't a single cloud in the sky. There were no change of clothes for anyone meaning the weeks were taking a toll on them as well.

"Just gotta hang in a bit longer," he repeats and I wonder if that was was for himself or for me as he looks over to Maggie then back to the road in front of us.

--

"Is this like the toilet water?" I ask Tara, staring down at the fire that was roasting the meat.

She inhales slowly, looking to one of the dog collars and back to her own stick.

"Worse," she exhales out, "But much more neccessary."

I nod slowly, taking in her words. It was only her, Rosita, and I at our own spot, so the air felt lighter than the usual tense nature I'd begun to feel around the others.

"Much worse. But, we're not the first ones in history to do it," Rosita comments, taking a bite.

"That's a morbid history class I must've slept through," Tara says.