Without A Voice

Chapter 28: No More Waiting

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~ Jane's POV ~

Oscar and Axel were left in their new cellblock. It was littered with the bodies of their friends but it was better than being stuck outside. Or dead. We headed back to Cell Block C praying nothing bad happened on the way there. This prison was a death trap at times. Rick unlocked the door and went straight to Hershel. T-Dog unloaded his weapons onto the table and Daryl straight up disappeared. The second I walked through the doors a worried Daniel ran over to me. He looked me up and down, trailing his eyes across the blood splatter on my face before pulling me into a hug.

"Are you okay?" He was clearly concerned.

I shook my head, "I'm not hurt, calm down."

"But you're covered in blood!"

"It's not mine." I raised my brows at his worried expression.

He just stood there staring at me with a blank expression before yanking me into another hug. It was incredibly awkward. I knew he still liked me but he was acting like we were still together. It's been almost a year. I'm over him. I was over him when I kissed Daryl. And he doesn't even like me. He views me as like his sister or something. We're best friends, nothing more. That day in the woods was just a fluke. We weren't in our right minds. Just blowing off steam. Right?

Before I could walk away, Daniel grabbed my hand. He held it and squeezed it tight before letting go.

"You should stay behind next time. I don't want you to get hurt."

I smiled, trying not to roll my eyes, "I appreciate your concern but I can handle myself."

The feeling of someone watching me crept up my spine. I looked around, noticing Daryl watching me from afar. He looked away when I noticed him but I couldn't help but wonder. Did he not trust Daniel? I guess I could understand but he's my friend. I expected him to take my side not glare at us from across the room. I held up my finger telling Danny to wait before walking up the stairs and going into Daryl's room, which wasn't even a room because he didn't want to sleep in a cell.

"What?" He was looking up at me while sitting against the wall, his knee against his chest.

I tilted my head, "You're mad. Why?"

He scoffed, "I'm not-" Before he could lie I kicked his shin, causing him to go wide-eyed.

"Don't lie to me." My brows furrowed.

Daryl sighed, "I don't trust him."

"How come?" I sat down next to him.

"He's too nice." He glanced toward the hallway, "It's suspicious."

I gave him an 'Are you serious?' look, "He's my friend. Would you rather him be rude?"

"Boyfriend." He muttered.

I nudged him with my elbow, "Stop. We aren't even together anymore."

"Not what it looks like to me." He shrugged with attitude.

I let out a frustrated groan, "I don't like him like that."

He didn't respond. He just closed his eyes. I scoffed, unbelievable. He was trying to ignore me. I kicked his leg again but he didn't react. Then I got on my knees and sat right in front of him, poking his shoulder. Shaking his knee. Nothing. I guess I had to be extreme and there was only one way to do that without my weapons. I stood up and walked over to the door, shutting it. There was nobody around. I dragged my T-shirt over my head and threw it at Daryl.