apocalypse || twd ||

8. confessions

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"Maggie, what's wrong?"

I watch Glenn's face as he explained to me what happened to Denise.

"Rosita said they came out of the woods, shot an arrow right through her eye." Glenn explained to me, I winced at the sight I was making in my head.

Denise was a big part of Alexandria, being our only real doctor. And she was also Tara's girlfriend.

My mind runs to Tara. We haven't spoke all that much since I've arrived here, but I still care about her. I've never lost someone like that. Someone that I had a relationship with, a partner

I shake my head and look up at Glenn, he's sitting down on a chair next to the couch, yet he's still looking down at me.

"Who's going to stitch people up when they need to be?" I asked, I don't know if anyone else is qualified to do such a thing. Glenn shrugs. "Some people know how to stitch themselves up, but to the people that don't- I have no idea what we're going to do." He says, I sigh. Everything is falling apart.

1. We broke into my old building and killed my old people.

2. My father officially knows about Alexandria, meaning he's gonna come for them.

3. Denise is dead.

4. We have no doctor.

5. Carl kissed me.

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"We'll have these, but we should hide a few." Maggie says as she picks up a few guns, showcasing them to us.

"That way we can find them, but strangers can't. In case anyone gets in." She said, reloading a gun.

I sigh, they're getting ready for a fight, they should be getting ready for a fight. My father will be coming, sooner or later.

"They won't." Glenn reassured Maggie. I cringe, I should tell them, I need to tell them.

"Guys." I start, they all look at me. Glenn raises his eyebrow as I take a deep breathe.

Let me think for a second here. If I tell them, they're going to tell Rick, he's going to interrogate me. Nobody is going to trust me, not Maggie, Not Glenn, not Carl.

They might even throw me out. Then I would have no choice but to either go on the road by myself, or I would have to go back to the Sanctuary.

Before I could decide on what I was going to say, we all heard Daryl's motorcycle rev, meaning he was leaving.

"Oh no." Michonne says. I look at Maggie and Glenn, they're running up to him. I shouldn't follow. I can't follow.

I run the opposite direction, towards my house.

How am I supposed to stay here knowing that I'm keeping a huge secret like this?

Negan is my father, he helped create me.

My father could hurt them, could kill them. And if I don't tell them it could get them seriously hurt, it could get Maggie and Glenn seriously hurt.

I run into my house and up the stairs, slamming my bedroom door behind me.

I walk up to the mirror I have propped up on my dresser and look at my reflection.

My brown hair is draped across my shoulders, my short curtain bangs that I cut when I was twelve are displayed across the sides of my forehead.

I have horrible dark circles under my eyes, showcasing a dark gray color on my face.