"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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As the group walked down the worn path, fatigue weighed heavy on their shoulders, each step a struggle against exhaustion. Rick led the way, his eyes heavy with weariness but determination. The sun beat down mercilessly, casting harsh shadows across the cracked pavement. Sweat beaded on their brows, disappearing almost as soon as it appeared, leaving behind only a parched thirst that seemed impossible to bear. Their throats were dry, their stomachs empty, and there was no time to rest. But with each passing mile, hope seemed to slip further and further away, replaced by an ever-present sense of desperation.
Charlie's mind drifted back to that fateful day. They had watched helplessly as the infection spread, as Tyreese's strength waned, and as his time on this earth grew shorter with each passing moment. With tears in her eyes and a heavy heart, Michonne had raised her katana, the blade gleaming in the dim light of their makeshift shelter. Charlie had wanted to look away, to shield herself from the brutality of what was about to unfold, but she couldn't tear her eyes away, couldn't escape the harsh reality of their world. At least Michonne could pick up the weight from her shoulder and do the final stab - for the first time, Charlie could just grieve.
Then Charlie looked at Daryl's back, she felt a pang of sadness wash over her. His once warm and comforting presence now seemed distant, his silence cutting deeper than any word could. It was a void, leaving her feeling more alone than ever before. But try as she might, she couldn't reach him, couldn't break through the icy barrier. And so, she walked behind him in silence, the weight of his indifference heavy on her shoulders. Each step was a struggle, each moment filled with a longing that seemed impossible to fulfill.
"Hotter than yesterday," Gabe said. She looked at him as be appeared next to her out of nowhere.
Silence.
"I would kill for a cup of cold lemonade," he said when he didn't get the answer. "But...got to be happy for what we have. A sip of water."
"Well," Charlie said. "You're wasting it on talking."
"That's my nature," ha said. "I think that's why I became a priest. I like to talk."
"Then stop," she cut him short.
"I know you're still angry with me, and I understand why," he said.
"Good."
"I made a mistake," he nodded. "A big one. And I can't change that. But I want to make things right, Charlie."
"Good luck."
"Forgive us our debts, as we also have forgiven our debtors."
"We've all got our debts to settle in this world, but forgiveness ain't always easy to come by," she said with a heavy heart. "You gotta earn it, just like you earn your keep out here."
