𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐃 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 || 𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐲𝐥 𝐝𝐢𝐱𝐨𝐧

𝚟

NOT EDITED!
༒

𝚙𝚎𝚝 ; 𝙸𝙼 '𝙷𝙰𝙽𝙶'𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚈𝙾𝚄
༒

     Night had fallen. They returned back to the hell hole of a house, were Beth was filled with worries. When she laid her eyes on them, she softened in her spot. Anka told her to get some rest, while Daryl was on night watch. Anka stepped out from the porch, the blanket she found draping over her shoulders. He plopped herself in front of Daryl, still drunk but slowly was sobering up. "I'm sorry for what I said, I tend to be an angry and a sad drunk."

     "Yeah, I'm also a dick when I'm drunk." Daryl grunted out, fidgeting with the knife in his hands. He started poking at the pillar with the tip of his knife. Anka laughed and nodded her head, knowing what he meant. Anka sat there as the gross hoppers kept on cricketing around them, the sound of birds chirping. Anka listened out hoping to hear Vella, but still it was quiet. She took in the possibility that maybe Vella was dead. She had hoped not. Daryl cleared his throat, glancing up at Anka. Anka had been dazing out all night. She would stare at multiple spots, as if someone was speaking to her. When Daryl would look, his eyes wouldn't be able to find what she was staring at. If it was a person, was that person the one filling her head with suffocating thoughts? "What're ye seein' ?"

     Anka shook her head crossing her arms. She flinched, shutting her eyelids and digging her chin into her chest. "It's nothing—"

     "It aint nothin'. It's messin' with yer head." Daryl calmly interrupted, pointing his index finger. He leaned his head against the wood, hoping to hear what's shes been desperately trying to hide even though everyone had a guess as to what was happening. They didn't know who, they didn't know what, all they knew was it was messing with her. "Ye can tell me, Anka."

     "...I'm seeing my father." Anka answered, staring into the trees. A man stood there in her eyes but to others it was just air. "I usually don't see him, usually it's the governor. Maybe it's because I'm drinking. My father—" Anka choked on a sob while staring deeper at the man in the forest. "My father was an alcoholic, abusive... you could say like yours."

     Daryl watched her when crystal tears rolled down her pink reddened cheeks. Her eyes glossy with the salty substance. "Whats he saying right now? What do they say to ye?"

     "He's not saying anything right now." Anka laughed, lifting her legs up to hug them into her chest. She shut her eyes, pasting a fake smile on her face while turning away from the forest and the threes. "Philip is the one I mainly see. His words tend to get to me the most—"

     "What does he say?" Daryl asked more firmly. Anka lifted her head, resting them on her knees. Her face changed, smile was being ridden off her face while she kept strong eye contact.

     "He tells me it's my fault for everything. That I deserve everything that's happened." Anka sighed burying her nose into her knee while the corners of her lips perked up. She tilted her head, staring at Daryl. A fake smile to try and lessen the awkward tension that'll happen. "—He also tells me that I should kill myself."