Destruction ||| Glenn Rhee (BEING REWRITTEN TO OC)

35 ~ Escaped

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You ain't nothin' but a liar

Yeah, I walk right out the fire

Yeah, you try to keep me down

Try to put me underground

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The next morning, the group throws a funeral for Dale. Rosanna holds Glenn's hand the whole time. 

Dale was one of the first people to talk to her upon arriving at the camp back in Atlanta.

He taught her how to fix cars in case of emergency. He taught her how to read a map. He taught her how to fish. He was almost like a father figure to her. A lot of their relationship went unspoken. There was compassion there. 

Now he's buried under the dirt of some random farm.

She wipes her tears and helps pack up their camp under the trees. Hershel said they could move inside the house with the upcoming winter. After bringing their belongings inside, Rosanna goes close to the barn with her gun to keep watch. She hears a twig snap and wheels around to face Carl.

"Carl! Jesus. What are you doing all the way out here?"

He sighs. "If... If I tell you something, will you promise not to tell my parents?"

She recoils at that. "Well. Um. Depending on what you tell me, I can't promise that." He starts to walk away but she calls to him.

He walks up to her and goes to hand her something. It's a gun.

She looks up at him with wide eyes. "Carl-"

"I took it from Daryl's motorcycle." He says, cutting her off and looking at the floor.

She sighs and puts it in her waistband after double checking that the safety is on. "What are you doing with this?"

"Dale... it's my fault that he died."

She shakes her head. "Don't say that. He got bit by a walker, bud."

Carl finally makes eye contact with her. "I saw that walker. I was gonna shoot it. It was stuck in the mud."

Rosanna crouches to the ground in disbelief.

He continues. "I was-- I was throwing rocks at him and stuff. But I was gonna do it-- shoot it right in the head. And it-- it got free, came after me and... I ran away. If I had killed it, Dale would still be here."

"Carl. I want you to stop that okay? You couldn't have known." She takes a deep breath. "You'll need to tell somebody. Okay? Not just me. Listen, I'll give this gun back to Daryl. Just- please be careful. Don't ever do something like that again." He nods and pulls her in for a hug.

"Thanks Rosie."  

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"Daryl." Rosanna calls out. He is patrolling the outside of the barn making sure Randall won't escape.

She walks up to him and puts a hand on her waist. "So.. Carl took your gun."

Daryl groans. "Son of a-"

She holds her hand out. "Woah, woah, woah. It's fine. He gave it to me." She pulls it out and gently hands it to him. "He's scared you're gonna yell at him for it."

"Damn right I am."

She puts her hand on his shoulder. "Don't. It's okay. I handled it. All that matters is that you have it back. Okay?" He sighs and nods. She pauses. "All I'm gonna say is... he might need it more than you do." He eyes her and she pats his shoulder and walks back up to the house.