i looked at him as a friend until i realized i loved him
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The weather conspired against Fiona, amplifying her already sour mood. The relentless heat intensified her discomfort, as sweat cascaded from her body, tracing paths down her neck, forehead, and collarbone. Strands of hair adhered to her face, each one a strand of her growing frustration.
"Let's get the other car in," Rick instructed, his gaze tracing the path of Fiona and Daryl as they neared. "We'll park 'em in the west entry of the yard."
"Good. Our vehicles camped out there look like a giant 'vacancy' sign," Daryl mused, his gaze drifting to Fiona, where he saw the weariness written in her features.
"After that, we need to load up these corpses so we can burn 'em."
"Gonna be a long day," T-Dog sighs, his hand sweeping the sweat from his brow, his shirt a makeshift fan against the heat.
"Where's Glenn and Maggie?" Fiona wondered aloud, her gaze sweeping the surroundings until it settled on the guard tower, where a flicker of movement caught her eye.
"Yeah, we could use some help," Carol chimed in, her words weaving into the air like a gentle echo of the recent question.
"Up in the guard tower." Daryl pointed.
"Guard tower?" Fiona and Rick asked in unison, their voices tinged with bewilderment as they peered through the windows, searching for clarity in the shadows beyond.
"They were just up there last night," Rick murmured, his brows knitting together as the sun's rays intensified, making him squint against the blinding light.
"Who the hell could sleep up there?" Fiona mused, her hand resting on her chest, feeling the sticky warmth of her sweat.
"Glenn! Maggie!" Daryl's gruff voice reverberates through the air. Moments later, the door creaks open, and Glenn steps out of the tower, shirtless and fumbling with his belt.
"Hey, what's up, guys?" Glenn smiles awkwardly, his innocence feigned, while Fiona spins around, her laughter barely contained.
"I know what was up," Fiona murmured, her laughter finally tamed as she turned back around.
"Fiona!" Carol chuckled, gently swatting her arm before hiding her smile behind her hand.
Daryl spoke up, a grin spreading across his face as Rick's laughter faded into the background, "You comin'?" Fiona playfully nudged Daryl's shoulder, her laughter mingling with Carol's.
"What?" Glenn asked, confusion clouding his face.
"You comin'?" Daryl repeated. Glenn cast a glance back into the tower, then turned to the group. "Come on, we could use a hand."
