"I've done things," Charlie said, looking up into his eyes full of disappointment. "Things that I am not proud of. But everything I've done, I've done to survive...And I did. I survived."
"And are you happy?" Daryl asked, using all his power to stop...
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It had been eight months.
The world continued to grow more dangerous together with Lori's baby inside her belly. The past eight months have been the most difficult time in everyone's life, and the weariness was evident on their faces. Surviving in a world overrun by the undead, with limited resources and protection, was even more challenging for the group which included an elderly man and a pregnant woman. Rick emerged as a confident leader, though some might argue that he was more of a dictator, making decisions for everyone and demanding respect. However, he didn't impose fear on his followers, and no one was scared of him.
Over the past eight months, Charlie grew closer to Daryl as Glenn focused on the early stages of his relationship with Maggie. Charlie didn't mind this, as she enjoyed spending time with Dixon and learning from him. He often took her on hunts that turned into bow lessons, and she found solace in his company. As they spent more time together, Charlie began to understand Daryl's behavior better. He was always there for her, even covering her with his poncho after a rough night's sleep. Sometimes she stayed up to talk with him during his watch. When Daryl was away for a long time, Charlie felt a strange pull in her heart, making her search for him or worry about his safety. Eventually, they became inseparable.
Carl sat down beside her and proceeded to open the dog's food. She looked at it with disgust, and if she had anything in her stomach, she would have probably thrown up. However, she understood that both of them were hungry, so she considered asking the boy seated next to her for some food. But before Carl could even taste the canned food, Rick snatched it from him and hurled it across the room. The boy, whose stomach was grumbling, touched his belly, so Charlie sighed and reached into her bag. She then nudged the boy seated to her left. "Here."
He looked at the bar with oatmeals and dried fruits and then he looked up into her eyes. "You don't want it?"
"I've had so many, that I can't even look at it." she shook her head. "It's good if I lose some weight anyway."
He accepted a gift, but when he opened it he broke a bar in two pieces and gave her one. Charlie smiled down at him and rubbed his back as she placed the bar in her mouth.
"Psst, guys," said T-Dog and it was their sign to leave the house, their shortstop was over.
That's how it was for those past months, that's how it was the whole winter. They were going from house to house, finding supplies, and then when Walkers eventually showed up, they were back in cars - it was tiring, but that's how they survived. On the bad days, Charlie was still thinking if this life had any sense anymore. If surviving like that was even worth trying? But she didn't have much time to think anyway, there was always something to do and other things occupied her mind. The good part about those past months? No one died. The bad part? They were out of the houses to search.
When they stopped in the middle of the road, Rick placed Beth and Carl on a watch, while Maggie placed a map on the hood and they all gathered around it. Charlie sighed as she examined the map and sadly she had to say that they already were everywhere. "We got no place left to go."
