My Life is Over - TWD Fanfic

"stuck with us"

Word Count : 2381

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I woke up, tired and with a killer headache. Probably from the massive amount of crying I'd been doing. I tried to block out the events of yesterday, dragging myself up with Maggie, who was forcing me to rejoin the kids after taking us by Solitary to see Glenn. The visit was short, but much needed-for all of us. 

"Glenn, you're gonna be okay, right?"

I practically begged through the glass, and he tried to draw himself up with a confident smile, but then almost collapsed when a series of hacking coughs overtook him, and I turned to a frantic Maggie.

"Maggie, help him! Help him!"

I shrieked at her, but out of nowhere, from behind the glass, Hershel hobbled over as fast as he could and helped Glenn up, helping him recuperate from his fit. I held my breath, and Maggie squeezed my hand tightly in a bone-crushing grip, as Hershel sat him down, giving us, well Maggie, a glare.

"Don't you dare think about coming in here. I don't want it, and Glenn most certainly doesn't. He'd hate himself if you got sick."

He scolded Maggie-she'd had her hand on the door and had been close to running in to help him with my pleas. I felt bad, and ducked my head, sniffling, as a weak voice croaked,

"Hey, kiddo. Don't worry about me, okay? I'll be fine, Rosie."

I sniffled, and saw Glenn had pressed his palm to the window, and I rested my smaller hand over it, Maggie holding back sobs as she placed hers on top of mine.

"Rosie? Where'd you come up with that?"

Maggie asked, sniffling still, one hand pressed over her lips, and this time Glenn managed a weak smile, gazing down at me.

"She told me her middle name was Rosalie, and I figured with her all pretty like a flower, we should call her by the name of one."

I broke into sobs as he coughed again, turning into Maggie's chest and burying my face into her as she held me, shaking with her own small sobs, as Hershel told us gently,

"He needs to get rest if he wants to get better, and all this talking isn't helping."

Maggie nodded, and I whispered out a goodbye before going to wait in the hallway, tears tracing their way down my cheeks.

After Maggie had a private talk with him, she dropped me off at the building where the children were being quarantined with a hug and a peck on the cheek, telling me it would all be over soon, she sent me on my way. When I reentered the main room, Beth fussed at me, Carl glowered, upset I had escaped his notice, and Judy comforted me with her soft babbles. 

To take my mind off of Glenn's terrifying predicament, and a lack of Carol stopping by to check on us, I decided to try to mourn Patrick. It was probably the only time I had before things got back into hectic, normal prison life again. I wasn't sure if I was ready to undertake the task of even living in the prison like nothing had happened without Patrick. So as soon as I tried to admit the fact that Patrick was gone, I broke down. I couldn't do it-not yet. I wasn't ready, and suddenly everything was related to Patrick. Everything was about Patrick.

I tried not to cry-fighting back every little thing that would remind me of Patrick, or the Before, and succeeded. I refused to cry, quite redundantly, as I didn't think I had any tears left to shed. What happened to no more little kid stuff? No crying? Well, I guess I broken the rules I had set for myself-because all I wanted to do right now was be a little kid, be held, and cry.