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Hope Mikaelson body lay perfectly on the forest floor like those fair tale movies but this fair tale doesn't have a good ending....
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*_:The Walking Dead :_*
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POV:Hope
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"Hope....Hope...Hope" I see Rick staring at Lori's body with Daryl next to him calling out his name, my face got grab to only see Marcus and Maggie look at me with worry expression "I'm okay" "Hope-"I said I'm okay" "the good news she looks healthy but she needs formula and soon or she won't survive." Hershel tells everyone "nope. No way. Not her we ain't losing nobody else. I'm going on a run" my eyes snap at Daryl "I'm going" "Hope-"I'm not here to discuss this" Daryl stares at me "fine" I walk away from the group as Daryl talks to Beth "Hope" "what Marcus" I keep walking "Hope" he grabs my wrist "what!" I yell as I see some of the group stare at us "what do you want?" "I just want to make sure you're okay" "did you already ask me I'm okay! Now go" my eyes changed yellow for a moment. Marcus freezes "go"
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I grab a book bag "you ready" Daryl ask me "yeah" he starts his motorcycle, my body moves forward as I wrap my arms around his waist...... I step out of the bike and hand the crossbow to Daryl. My cold hands grab my knife plus my gun as we head towards the building. I slowly enter quietly trying to find diapers and formula 'jack pot' my hands grabs everything. I move to find anything else but I hear a noise and look to see Daryl already staring at me. We both move to find a small kitchen as I open the cabinet door to only see a possum "hello dinner" Daryl smiles but I look away from him.
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I left the building "Hope" I keep walking "Hope!" Daryl grab my wrist "why do people love to call my name" "what's wrong, you're not like this?!" I look down at the ground for a moment " I'm tired of everyone dying because of me, everyone I get close dies, I'm literally death.. it's best I leave and never come back Daryl" my chest touch his "I need to go" a tear slips down my cheek "Hope, let it out" he tells me as he wipes my cheek. I turn around and took a deep breath "Ahhhhh!!!!" My hair lifts up as some of the leafs floats up. I close my eyes feeling my body feel lighter "better?" My body turns back to him "better" I know deep down in my heart things won't get easier but I have him to root me down Daryl grabs my body and pulls me into a hug...
