❝HEARTBREAK IS ONE THING MY 𝗘𝗚𝗢'𝗦 ANOTHER❞
In which it no longer matters that Evangeline Waters was a hot shot lawyer with a nice apartment and the best daughter she could've asked for. Because if you don't know the right way to stab a dead...
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Rick gathered the group around the campfire, his face set in a grim expression. "We're keeping Randall in custody for now," he announced, his voice carrying a tone of finality that left little room for debate.
Lily sat apart from the others, her mind a swirl of conflicting emotions. She knew her words to Dale had been harsh, but they were an honest reflection of her current reality. The world as they once knew it was gone, replaced by a brutal new reality. The dreams she had for Sutton, for a future filled with school, friends, and a normal life, were now distant fantasies. All that mattered now was survival.
Andrea rose from her seat, a hopeful smile on her lips. "I'm going to find Dale," she said, hoping to share the news with him.
The sound of distant, frantic screams pierced the night, jolting everyone to their feet. The cries seemed to be coming from the field surrounding the property. Instinctively, Lily grabbed her gun, rushing with the others towards the source of the chaos.
Andrea arrived first, her eyes widening in horror. Dale lay on the ground, a walker on top of him, tearing at his stomach with frenzied hunger. His screams of agony cut through the night as he tried in vain to fend off the creature.
Daryl moved swiftly, tackling the walker and driving a knife into its skull, ending its assault. But it was too late—Dale's injuries were severe. His insides were scattered around him, his cries gradually fading to a pained whisper.
Rick's voice cut through the panic. "Get Hershel!" he shouted, though the urgency in his tone made it clear that the situation was dire. Hershel arrived quickly, but the damage was too extensive. Andrea dropped to her knees, tears streaming down her face as she watched Dale's suffering.
"He's suffering!" Andrea wailed. "Someone do something!"
Before anyone could react, a single gunshot echoed through the night. Dale's body went still. Lily, her face a mask of sorrow, lowered her gun and walked away from the scene, her emotions raw and unfiltered.
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"Dale could... get under your skin. He sure got under mine. Because he wasn't afraid to voice his thoughts, to confront the uncomfortable truths. That kind of honesty is rare—and brave. Whenever I made a decision, I'd look at Dale. He'd be there with that look of his. We've all seen it. I couldn't always read him, but he saw us for who we truly were. He knew the truth about us. He warned us that we were losing our humanity, that we were broken. The best way to honor him is to unbreak ourselves. To set aside our differences and fight for our future. We're not broken. We'll prove him wrong. From now on, we'll do things his way. That's how we honor Dale."
Following the funeral, Hershel suggested they move everyone into the house to avoid future dangers, especially with winter approaching. Lily was busy setting up their things in a corner of the living room when Daryl approached.
