𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐀 𝐙𝐎𝐌𝐁𝐈𝐄. － ᵗʷᵈ

ᶜʰᵃᵖᵗᵉʳ ¹²

⁻⁻⁻ 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠.

     "Has she got a name yet?" Daryl fed the once crying baby a bottle of milk with a pink rim, typical, girls get pink and boys get blue. I got pastel yellow, I like yellow.
"Not yet but I was thinking maybe Sophia. Then there's Carol too, Andrea," Carl sighed, "Amy, Jacqui, Patricia or...Daniella, Lori. I don't know,"

     He named everyone's they've lost, the woman they've lost. Daniella's name being there made me frown, every time I convince myself she's alive it comes crushing down with negativity. And I think it'd be weird, anyway, naming your baby sister after your big sister?

     "You like that, huh? Little ass kicker," Daryl talks to the baby in his arms before looking at everyone with a grin, "Right? That's a good name, right? Little ass kicker," I smile and a few laugh, that'll be her name if Carl don't choose soon.

     The group smaller again but then bigger again—Axel and Oscar now somewhat part. Rick's nowhere to be found, the whole day disappeared in this maze of a prison. Not sure if it would be maze material but it feels like it. I'd definitely get lost if I was alone.

     Daryl and Maggie, mainly Maggie, got double the supply of formula. Enough to feed two kids, both Mia and the unnamed Grimes. Apparently when the group showed up at the farm Mia was still drinking milk, Shane had to stop her habit for the good of the group saying it 'wasn't essential.'

     Next morning, we had breakfast in our block. Bowl of cereal each that Carl hadn't touched,
"Everybody okay?" Rick appeared, showing up like he just went for a little stroll or something.
"Yeah, we are," Maggie answered,
"What about you?" Hershel asked the man not lookin' too stable. That's Rick, by the way, the unstable looking man.

     "Cleared out the boiler block,"
"How many were there?"
"I don't know, dozen, two dozen," he said casually, how much is a dozen? Like a million? A dozen sound like a whole lot but then again Rick's not one for exaggeration and there's no way he killed a million.

     "I have to get back, just wanted to check on Carl," Rick patted the boys shoulder, he really does need checking up on but Rick just patted his shoulder, that was his checking up. I wish Carl liked me because I'm a really good friend and he needs one.

     "Everyone have a gun and a knife?" Rick
asked Daryl, sat on the stairs.
"Yeah, runnin' low on ammo though,"
"Maggie and me were planning on making a run this afternoon," Glenn goes on runs a lot, or suggests to go on runs a lot, "Found a phone book with some places we can hit, look for bullets and formula."

     "Rick," Hershel tried to say something but Rick left and closed the gate behind him.
Everyone's sad recently, it feels like. I cant escape the feeling of that day, with Lori, the screams, the walkers. Finding out T-Dog and Carol gone too. T was always nice to me, to everyone. I'll miss him a lot because he was a good person, I hate when good people die.

     As was Carol kind though very parent-y to me which could get annoying but I know her and Daryl were close, Daryl not one to say it but they were friends. Best friends might be pushing it but definitely friends.

     Glenn and Maggie brought me with them for the first time, another run for pretty much anything we can find. I finally got to go on a drive without being squished or knowing we got no destination. Away from the very grey prison and out discovering new places I would've never seen. It's only a storage building but it's cool.

     Twenty-five minutes drive we parked up and they got out first,
"Clear outside," Maggie directed to me who she knew was a bit scared still.
"Hey," Maggie pecked Glenn's lips, he reciprocated it by kissing her properly, I slammed my door to get it to stop which they found funny. It wasn't, it just wasn't.