Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 92: I think it's time for that team-up.

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(12-249 AV ---- 4,629 AV) It's been a while since I did one of these. I wrote an entry for the first time the day after Chad died, but I haven't written a letter to a lost loved one in a good while. I think the last one was to Merle and that was a long time ago. I'm a little rusty with these, is what I'm trying to say. There's a good few people we've lost that I never got around to writing to, and I don't feel like really getting emotional today. I'll do the Anderson family.

Dear Sam,

We never got all that close. The first few months at Alexandria were weird for me. On top of that, it was hard to come around your family knowing the kind of man your father was. I never got into it with you, but you and I had a lot in common, bad dads and all. The day you died was horrifying to watch. It was gruesome and I know how scared you were in your last moments. I'm so sorry that happened to you.

Dear Ron,

Like your brother, I wasn't that close to you. I know you and Carl were close in age and I could never tell if you were friends or enemies, but I know the day those walkers broke into town, something had gone on between you two. I wish you had the chance to be better, to grow up. I'm not entirely sure what made you think shooting Rick would solve your problems, why after seeing your mom and brother die, killing Rick would make it better. Maybe you were still mad because of what happened with your dad. I told you once not long before that you couldn't excuse someone hurting you just because you love them. I hope you realized that before you died.

Dear Pete,

I don't have much to say to you. You were a bad man, a bad father. You helped me a few times doing your job as a doctor, but you never had my respect. A few of us could tell the type of husband you were right off the bat and I truly wish I had been there the day you and Rick got into it. I would've loved to watch the town realize that you deserved to rot in hell.

Dear Jessie,

We could've been better friends. I feel like we were the same in so many ways, from the blonde hair to the cosmetology to the damn abusive men in our lives. I know you got close with Rick in your last days, and I sometimes wonder if you two were meant to be more, but I can't lie that I'm glad Rick had Michonne. Still, I hope you grew courage before you died, that you never felt the misery I did that comes with being abused and tricking yourself into thinking you deserve it. I hope you had enough time to heal. And I'm sorry for what happened to you. Seeing your son die like that in front of you couldn't have been easy. I don't blame you for giving up.

-CJ
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A few moments went by after I dropped into the train car, and Negan and Maggie weren't behind me. My immediate worry went away after a set of feet lowered through the ceiling door and dropped to our level. Sure enough, Negan had caught up to us.

Then a few more moments went by and I didn't see Maggie. I didn't hear the sound of her walking above us, and there was something about the glint in his eyes that worried me. I wasn't the only one to notice Maggie's disappearance, and I couldn't be the only one suspecting foul play.

Still, Gabe and some of the others went to work killing the handful of walkers sitting in the train car with us. It didn't take very long, and by the time the last one was dead, Duncan was at the door to the next train car, making some sort of attempt to pry it open. I stood back, nervous, as Frost joined him.