Don't Fear The Reaper (R. Grimes & D. Dixon)

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After everyone was settled and cleaned for the night, t-dog took the initiative to tell the group about Beth, only to find out Glenn had already told them as he found her as well when he woke up on the second level of the same wall that exploded next to them. They all got to learn about the strangers a little more; Eugene apparently knew of a cure, Rosita and kit got along well, and Abraham took the risk to ask kit how their relationship worked. In turn, kit asked him if he wanted to know how she kept two men happy or just how she took two dicks? Daryl didn't find her comment hilarious like the others. Behind closed and locked doors, thanks to the warnings about Eugene, the three reunited in their own way with I love yous ghosting over their skin like a feather. Before both men could collapse from exhaustion, they tried getting kit to talk about everything that happened while apart, but she denied them. She knew how they could be. They would somehow blame themselves. When they fell asleep, she slipped on a sweater and joggers, quietly going outside and sitting on the roof watching the stars.

"what are you doing out here?" t-dog asks, climbing to sit next to her

"couldn't sleep." 

"wanna talk about it?"

"I prefer to just forget about it."

"this have anything to do with terminus?"

"they look at me like I'm a savior like they owe me-" she scoffed, shaking her head, "- I condemned an entire group, cannibals' or not, to death, and I couldn't even find the decency to feel a thing while I did it. At first, like the first couple of people, I felt guilt, but then it just melted away. I killed a woman there and felt nothing. I can't even hide behind the fact it was to rescue our family cause then I would have at least had anger. I was just numb." kit sniffled

t-dog sighed, "despite the lives, you took at the terminus, you brought justice to the innocent killed there and freed the future lives that would have made the same mistake in seeking shelter from them. What you are now is what you have to be to help those you care about to survive. you're evolving kit."

"I'm going crazy is what I'm doing," kit scoffed.

"Nah-" " I cut off a walker's face and wore it like it was Halloween just to get medicine. it smelled so bad," kit cried t-dog chuckled lowly rubbing her back.

"ok, so maybe you are going a tad crazy," kit sniffled, chuckling with him. "I'll make you a promise; I'll be your very own jiminy cricket, help you keep your crazy in check."

"Yeah?" t-dog gave her a soft smile.

"I'd be a shitty brother if I didn't. Give me a bad rep," kit scoffed as he stood "come on. back to bed before those men wake up to find their crazy missing." 

She stood playfully, shoving him, muttering a shut up as she followed him back inside; he stayed to lock the door. Kit went back to bed, lying between the two halves of her heart, their arms wrapping around her like instinct. 

The following day Daryl had to hunt kit down while she was hunting; he wasn't used to her not asking if he wanted to come or being shut out. He's never had to experience it before as rick has; he hates it. He knows something is wrong with her that she isn't saying. He kept staring at her as they walked back "hey." kit sighed, stopping to look at him, "you can't shut us out, kit. Whatever happened, happened. let's start over."

"I can't."

"you can"

"just not right now, dar, okay?"

he nodded "you want me to carry-" he started to point to the rabbits she was holding, flinging his chain of squirrels at her in the process. They watched it hit her legs, falling to the ground. Kit bit her lip as Daryl rubbed his now embarrassed face "nuh-uh."