GAIGE•{TWD}

Holding On

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Daryl had stayed on the porch all night, sleeping out on it like a dog. Paige had gone inside after some time, going to sleep in Gales room, but not him.

It was now the next morning, he had woke up early, continuing to sit on the same step he'd been the whole night as he watched the sunrise.

As it finally rose, so did everyone else. People began strolling in and out of the house and doing various chores around the farm.

He remained on the step, giving nods or tight lipped smiles as people passing wished him good morning.

That was until Paige stepped out of the house. Her appearance made him flinch, she looked even worse than she had the night before.

Her hair was messily pulled back in a low bun, pieces flying everywhere. Her eyes were droopy and red, tear stains on her cheeks. She had on the same clothes as yesterday, the only difference was the various stains on her shirt.

She didn't even spare him a glance as she walked off the porch, he finally arose from the step and jogged after her. He blindly followed her, taking in the scenery around them as they walked.

The pair continued their stroll until Paige stopped suddenly, Daryl almost running into her. He looked to her in surprise before glancing down to see what stopped her, seeing a wheel barrel full of rocks.

He looked back to her, entire face squinted in confusion. He went to say something but was quieted by her voice, "he died." This made Daryls jaw drop as he became even more confused, it showing on his face. "What," he asked, quietly, crossing his arms.  "That man. The one that accidentally shot Gale. He died, today's his funeral."

He couldn't quite place what her tone was. She seemed sad and appalled, but also angry and maybe regretful?

Daryl had no clue what to say, so he didn't say anything at all, instead uncrossing his arms and reaching a hand out, barely brushing it against her own.

She dropped her head, grabbing his wrist suddenly, causing him to jump. "It was Shane." Her voice was so quiet, barely a whisper, he almost couldn't hear her over a gust of wind.

He looked to her, eyebrows raised and when she looked back at him, his face turned to shock.

Her eyes were wide, eyelids touching her eyebrows. Her nostrils flared and her lips parted, showing her gritted teeth. Her grip on his wrist tightened, her nails digging into his skin, making him flinch.

She was enraged, so incredibly angry that he could feel heat radiating off of her.

"He killed him. He killed him. It was him. He did it. EVERYTHING...is his...he." Her eyes were going wild, as she flicked her head in every direction, continuing to scramble her words.

"Paige.." Daryl could tell she hadn't slept, the large bags under her eyes making it apparent. Her eyes snapped to his, mouth slamming shut. "How 'bout you go lay down for a bit? Have a glass of water?" He kept his voice low and calm, making sure his eyes were soft.

"But.." She trailed off, looking back down to the rocks. "We got it, just go rest darlin'." Her grip on his wrist loosened, and a tear streamed down her face. She gave a slight nod before dropping her hand completely.

Daryl watched as she began her journey back to the house, dragging her feet as she went. When she arrived to the front door, and entered the house only then did he allow himself to look away.