𝙇𝙖𝙨𝙩 𝙒𝙖𝙧𝙢 𝘽𝙤𝙙𝙮 : ̗̀➛ 𝙙.𝙙

𝙡𝙤𝙫𝙚 𝙮𝙖

Del stared at Jake through the glass, fighting with everything to hold herself up.

"How's Carl and Beth?" He asked.

"Better than me," Del joked, but he didn't crack a smile.

"Maggie says Glenn and you aren't doing good. She said a lot of people are dying. Are you going to die?"

Del was taken aback by the question, but knew he needed to hear the truth.

"Possibly ."

His lip trembled before he nodded.

"Okay."

"Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay. I love you." Jakes voice cracked. Tears began pouring from his eyes but he kept a straight face. All she wanted to do was hold him. He was her only brother left and now he had to see her die how Eddie did.

"I love you so much, Jake. You are older now. Don't let this world turn you cold."

"Okay."

"I love you," She repeated.

"I love you too," he repeated back.

: ̗̀➛

Del stared at Daryl, who was sat leaned against the brick wall, staring back.

"What?" She asked.

"Go to bed."

"I'm scared."

"You ain't gonna get better if you keep fighting us on everything."

Del could feel herself wasting away. She could feel her body giving up on her, her lungs full of blood.

She just smiled, laughing softly.

"What?" He asked.

"Thank you for caring about me."

"Don't talk to me like you're saying goodbyes."

"I am."

"Man, don't start with this stupid shit. Just get some rest."

She smiled to herself. She was losing it. All she could think of was the people around her. It was comical to her that this was the way she would go.

"I told you so." She felt her smile fade, too tired to even blink so she shut her eyes.

"Huh?"

"I told you I was going to die and you were going to be heartbroken. You're going to be lonely again. I told you not to get close."

"Delilah, stop." His voice was stern, but she didn't care. She knew she was making him mad, but when didn't she?

"I can't sleep, Daryl. It may be the last time I do."

He said nothing. She knew he wasn't replying because he would snap at her if he did.

"Wanna screw around one last time?" She joked, looking at him. His face was serious as a tear rolled down his cheek. Her smile immediately dropped.

"Don't cry."

"I'm not." He quickly wiped the tear with the back of his hand.

"Do not cry over me. Don't."

He looked away, tucking in his lips as more tears escaped his eyes. She knew he realized she was gone. So many people had already went.

"Come here." She ordered him, scooting over in the bed. He tried to wipe all the tears before climbing behind her, wrapping his arm around her waist and pulling her close. She saw him toss his handkerchief to the floor.

"Put it on."

"No."

She could feel his breath on the back of her neck. She threw herself around to face him, tears puddled on her pillow. They stained his dirty cheeks. She wiped them away with her thumb.

"Daryl, please-"

"I'll die with you."

"Stop."

"Just.. Let me lay with ya."

She could see his heartbreak, she could feel it. She didn't fight him.

They stared at each other, holding each other close.

"I'm going to bed, okay?" She told him, they both knew she meant that in a way that she may not wake up herself. He nodded, a whimper escaped his lips as he cried. She wanted so badly to give him one last kiss.

She shut her eyes, feeling herself start to drift away until she heard his whisper.

"I... love ya."