FEARLESS ➳ TWD¹ [REWRITE/COMPLETED]

16 ➳ PHOTOGRAPHS

I only had a camera that printed out black and white photographs. No sort of color whatsoever. It sucked because it took all the colors out of it.

Everything that made the person or thing in the photograph alive. It made it seem less real than it was at the time.

He was smiling in this particular photograph. His naturally squinted eyes as he shined teeth in his smile. He was happy here. He was at peace here. He was real here. Now, he's not here at all...

All the photographs that I kept deep in my bag, underneath everything else. My Bible was in a proper case underneath everything with my photographs stuffed in it, too. Everything that had ever made me happy was there.

Which included Glenn, who was featured in several photos of mine. Not just him, though, but everybody else. Maggie was in most of them, too, with her shining belly. Then, in others, there was Abraham, Sasha, Eugene, and Rosita. Some included Tara, too, who I missed dearly, and Father Gabriel. There is some of Daryl and Rick, then of Michonne, Carl, and Judith. All in all, everybody was in all of them.

At the bottom of the pile lied my favorite photo of all... A big group picture of everybody. We were all smiling and holding on tightly to one another. I was between Daryl and Glenn while Tara took a knee in front of me, showing off her famous middle fingers. Maggie was holding onto Glenn, but he had his other free arm wrapped around my waist — all while I was hanging onto Daryl, who had his own big arm lapped over my small body.

We were all there together. For once, that is. Usually, we were everywhere, but home. That day, we were meant to be together in that moment to take that picture. The worse was yet to come, but we didn't know that at the time.

We were just happy to be there together in that moment... And that moment shall live on forever and ever, even without all that color.

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I have been wrestling with my demons lately. They are beginning to take a huge toll on me. Mentally, emotionally, and physically.

Mentally, the way they have been trying to use me against Rick.

Emotionally, the way that all I have been doing lately is crying because of those we just lost.

Then, physically... The way that they have been mistreating me around here.

I have been stripped down to bare skin and the ground was unsurprisingly cold to the touch. My ass was freezing while my back due to the walls. All concrete. I remained in the corner, to where they couldn't actually see me if they suddenly came inside. They'll hand me my food and leave in a hurry. Then, just like that, I am left me in the pure and utter darkness again. Dark and cold. It's the same routine every single day.

Today was no different so far. Daryl remained in the room next to me. I could sometimes hear Dwight talking to him. Usually, he's really mean — which is expected — but I never do hear Daryl say a word back, which is and isn't shocking all in one thought. Before, he would always have something to say, especially when somebody was mean to him or his friends.

Dwight hasn't come to check on me since I have been here. I believe, from the meals that have received so far, Daryl and I have been here for about about a week. Five whole days... without Glenn and Abraham.

I really don't know what they are feeding Daryl, but they have been feeding me tomato sandwiches. All it is, is about five thin slices of tomato shoved in between two pieces of bread. It was something, but nothing much at all. No water to swallow it down with, neither.