❝YOU'RE SCREWED UP AND BRILLIANT❞
"i do not know how to be loved if it is soft and kind. i am not soft. i am not kind. love me in your desperation. obsessively and hopelessly. love me fiercely, or do not love me at all"
Vanessa Gri...
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The group continued their trek along the tracks, the air growing cooler as the day wore on. Vanessa's mind was restless, her thoughts jumping between worry and hope. Michonne, sensing her anxiety, fell into step beside her.
"You okay?" Michonne asked, her tone casual but concerned.
Vanessa glanced at her, attempting a weak smile. "Yeah, just... you know, worried about everyone. About what we'll find at Terminus."
Michonne nodded, her eyes scanning the horizon. "Don't worry, we'll find your boyfriend."
Vanessa looked at her, confused. "I didn't know I had one."
Michonne raised an eyebrow. "I thought Daryl was your boyfriend."
Vanessa laughed, shaking her head. "No, he's not. Daryl definitely does not see me like that. I don't think he sees anyone like that."
Carl, who was walking just ahead of them, turned around. "Yes, he does. You just haven't noticed."
Vanessa looked at Carl, her laughter fading into a puzzled expression. "There is nothing to notice. We're friends, that's it."
Even Rick chimed in, a small smile tugging at his lips. "No, there's something there."
Vanessa rolled her eyes. "Aren't you, as my brother, supposed to be abhorrently against the idea of guys being interested in me?"
Rick shrugged. "I didn't say I liked it. Just said I noticed it."
Vanessa's mind raced with their words before she shook her head. "I think you guys are starting to get sunstroke or something."
Michonne chuckled. "Maybe, but we know what we see."
Vanessa felt a mixture of emotions swirling inside her. She shook her head, trying to dismiss the idea, but their words had planted a seed of doubt and curiosity.
As they walked on, the conversation shifted to lighter topics, but Vanessa couldn't shake the thoughts about Daryl.
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"How hungry are you, scale of one to ten?" Rick asked, breaking the silence as they sat around the makeshift campfire.
"Fifteen," Carl replied without hesitation.
"Twenty-eight," Michonne countered, a smirk playing on her lips.
Rick looked at Vanessa, raising an eyebrow. "And you?"
Vanessa grinned, shaking her head. "I won't say because I'm not a crybaby like you guys."
"Wow," Michonne laughed, shaking her head in mock disbelief.
