𝗙 𝗢 𝗥 𝗧 𝗬 - 𝗦 𝗜 𝗫

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-𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹 & 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵-

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-𝗚𝗮𝗯𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗹 & 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗖𝗵𝘂𝗿𝗰𝗵-

TAYLOR

      BEING TOO PARANOID ABOUT THE
poster she saw the day before, Taylor was unable to get much sleep, as she couldn't get her mind and body to fully relax to do so.

        Daryl didn't seem too concerned about her well-being, resorting back to his old ways of how he was back at the Atlanta camp and farm: a asshole and reserved.

       Taylor had no clue what she did, and no matter how hard she tried to get him to say, he never did.

        That morning, everyone was eating what was left of the rations, and after Taylor received her's, she sat down by Daryl, ready to work out whatever he was upset about.

But as soon as she did, he got up, tossing down his empty can and said to Rick, "I'm gonna go take a piss; be back in a minute.".

Sighing, she put her can of food in her backpack for later, and roughly a half hour later, the group continued foward.

She walked beside Jordyn and Kenny, looking ahead with sad eyes at Daryl who was talking completely fine with Carol.

       "Mind explaining why you're wearing a hoodie in summer weather?" Jordyn asked, tugging on the hood of Taylor's hoodie.

     Looking ahead of them at the rest of the group, no one was paying any mind to the three, so Taylor slipped out the poster from her pocket and handed it to Jordyn.

     "...Oh shit...Washington Liberation Front is after you..." Jordyn muttered as Kenny took a look.

       "You familiar with 'em?" Kenny asked, cocking a brow.

       "Yeah, heard about them from (y/n). There this big group held up in a football stadium in Washington. Heard they do pretty well." She explained.

      "Wait..." Taylor began, "You know (y/n)? How?".

       "O-Oh, Daryl never told you, huh? Well...like Tara, I uh...used to run with the Governor..." Jordyn replied.

       "...You were there when Merle died...you were fucking one of them..." Taylor glared.

"I was, but I fought against them. Taylor, please listen to me-" Jordyn pleaded, resting her hand on Taylor's shoulder, but she slipped away from it.

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