In The End | Daryl Dixon

Chapter 38: Father

 It had been two days since Terminus, and I was barely getting any sleep. What I was becoming was scaring the hell out of me, and every time I closed my eyes, I'd see the faces of the ones I've killed.

I sat on the log beside the fire, the heat warming my cheeks, as the colors of the flame danced against my skin. I watched as twigs burned to ash, and become nothing, which is ironic when you think about it.

Daryl took a seat next to me, and I could feel the hole burning into the side of my head. I looked over to him as he rested his head against his crossbow. 

"Yes?" I chuckled a little. 

"Why ain't you asleep?" He asked quietly, trying not to wake the others nearby. 

I felt the energy shift, I stared back into the fire, trying to figure out my next words to say to him. I mean, how to you tell someone you're having nightmares of the people you've killed. 

"Can't sleep." I said shortly. 

"What's goin' on, Jo? You ain't been yourself lately." He finally got to the point. 

I closed my eyes, and sighed deeply. "I'm having nightmares..." I started, "I'm scared of myself, Daryl." 

"What do you mean?" His eyebrows knitted together in confusion. 

"I saw your face when I killed those people back in Terminus, Daryl." I looked at him with sorrow filled eyes,  "I'm not a good person... Every time I close my eyes I see the ones I've killed... Thomas, the governors people, the governor himself, the people at Terminus... I feel so much rage that in the moment I feel good about killing those people... but then afterwards, it eats me alive." 

"You were just protecting yourself and the ones you love, Jo. And like I've told you before, if you're protecting the group, it's alright in my book. They were not good people. They were gonna either kill people in our group or they were gonna kill you." He flickered his eyes between mine, "So don't ever say you're not a good person. I don't wanna hear that shit come outta your mouth again, understand?" He said sternly.

I swollen hard, and nodded. 

"Good. Now come on, lay down." He scooted himself off the log and onto the ground, patting his legs. 

I smiled because even when I'm feeling broken down he knows how to make me feel whole again. 

I laid my head in his lap, and he gently brushed my hair back, out of my face, causing me to exhale a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. Soon I drifted off into a sleep with no nightmares. 

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We walked aimlessly through the woods. We didn't know what we were searching for, but we did know, was that we needed to find the nearest road, so we can at least find a car to travel in. 

I did learn more about our new friends, Abraham, Eugene, and Rosita. Apparently, they are on a special mission to get Eugene to Washington D.C. so he can fix whatever the hell was going on, and they were not too keen on the idea of road blocks, or bumps along the way. Eugene could be described as an awkward man, who has never seemed to have encountered talking to a woman before, uses big words that only he himself only understands, and has a long  mullet that he is so graciously proud of. 

Rosita is a goddess of a woman. She is the one who keeps Abraham level headed. She has two pigtails, a green hat, along with green shorts and a brown tank top. 

Then there was Abraham, he was a redheaded man with a bit of a temper. He also had an incredible horseshoe mustache. Based on his personality I could already tell his was in the military, army most likely. He gave off the same type of energy as my ex.