『 I'm sorry but I fell in love tonight
I didn't mean to fall in love tonight 』
Sabrina Rhodes has known hardship her entire life, with an abusive father and mother to lost in the manipulation he provides. Growing up she moved from state to state bef...
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026| olive oyl 『"Your bitch went window shopping."』
"Don't look." Sabrina heard Daryl's gruff voice over the sound of Carol's sobs. The woman was in shambles, as her partner picked her up guiding her away from the sight of her dead daughter lying in the dirt. "Don't look. Don't look."
Carol pushed away from him, running towards the direction of their camp. Daryl watched her leave before his blue eyes dropped towards Frankie sobbing in Sabrina's arms. The young girl had lost one of her best friends. He looked away, guilt overtaking him.
Maybe if he had stayed out longer that first night Sophia wouldn't be lying dead. Instead maybe they'd be playin' checkers in the RV on their way to Fort Benning. Frankie wouldn't have been shot neither, because they never would've found their way onto this stupid fucking farm. Everything would be fine.
Sabrina pressed her lips into Frankie's temple, her face was red and stained with her tears.
"It's okay." She whispered, rubbing Frankie's back. She watched as Beth, the youngest Greene, made her way towards one of the dead walkers.
Except the walker wasn't really dead and grabbed the young blond by the pig tails. Her screams echoed through camp as members did their best to pull her away from her dead mother. They succeeded and Andrea scent a scythe straight through the brains of the dead woman.
Daryl stood by Sabrina, putting a calloused hand over her cheekbone and wiping away one of her silent tears. The Greene family was already helping Beth make it to the house. Poor girl was in hysterics, hyperventilating the entire way. She heard Shane pestering them the entire way up. Sabrina wanted to pop him in the mouth for his inability to read the room.
"Come on," Daryl said, wrapping an arm around his girls. Frankie's tears flowed like a waterfall and showed no signs of stopping. Each sniffle was like a stab to the heart, reminding him of the way he had failed her.
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Daryl had moved their camp into the middle of the field after Sophia's funeral. After sitting with Carol in the RV, watching as the dejected mother refused to go to her daughters burial. He didn't understand it, he couldn't understand it. Maybe because Frankie was still standing, he still had the luxury of spending time with the young girl.
Even now, while Sabrina was at the main camp with Frankie he felt an immense amount of guilt. The sound of footsteps drew his attention, they weren't Sabrina's though. He could always tell when Sabrina was around because he paid attention to everything about her, like her footsteps. When Sabrina was approaching him, he could hear her from a mile away. Her footsteps were loud and careless. Something that came with the territory of growing comfortable around him. When she was younger, every day was spent walking on egg shells. Those footsteps mimicked the ones approaching him.
