Don't Dream It's Over // Glenn Rhee

Chapter 47

Kira

"Little Ass-Kicker"

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Daryl and I approach the fence. I could see Glenn standing at the top of the guard tower, keeping an eye out for our return. He signals for Oscar and Axel to draw the walkers away from the fence. Carl slides the gate open and allows Daryl to drive up the gravel pathway and right up to the courtyard. Daryl comes to a stop and I quickly climb off, rushing inside the prison and entering the dining area where the others remained waiting for us. The baby continued to cry, filling the prison with her echoed cries. 

"Maggie." I call. We gather together at the table, unpacking my bag. She works away at the bottle, making it for the baby. They already had something to keep the water warm, all we needed to do was add the formula, shake it up and feed it to her. I turn around and see Daryl gently bouncing the baby in his arms, gently shushing her. I approach his side, handing him the bottle. The baby immediately accepts the bottle. Her cries finally falling silent. 

"She got a name yet?" Daryl lightly smiles at Carl. Carl looks down, shaking his head.

"Not yet. But I was thinking maybe Sofia. Then there's Carol, too. And..." He let's outa small sigh. "Andrea. Amy, Jacqui. Patricia. Or...Lori. I don't know." He utters softly. Daryl gives him a small nod. It was sweet and very moving that Carl wanted to name the baby after the people we've lost. He looked at it as honor, at least that's how I see it. He wanted to keep their names alive, and never forgotten. 

"Yeah..." Daryl says softly, his voice turning high pitched. "You like that? Huh? Little ass-kicker." His face lights up with delight at the sound of his own voice suggesting the name, and turns to all of us with approval. "Right? That's a good name, right?" We all smile and laugh at the nickname he's given her. "Little ass-kicker. You like that, huh? You like that, sweetheart?" I smile at the sight, feeling myself growing warm inside over Daryl holding the sweet baby in his arms. We've all seen some of the craziest, insane and dark things in our lives. Lori was right. Letting herself die to bring this baby in the world was for us. I think Lori somehow knew that having the baby would give us all hope, some warmth, some light in all the dark shit we see every day. Even now, losing three people, we needed this little life to give us a bit of happiness to get through. 

Maybe for most of us, it's good. As for others...we're stuck seeing darkness a bit longer than the rest.

My eyes caught something standing above the catwalk. It's a dark figure, hidden within the shadows. My pulse drops, my skin falls clammy and I feel myself growing weak in the knees. Tomas stands over us. He steps into the light, smiling down like the devil. 

"Such a beautiful sight." He nods. "Would hate to ruin the beautiful moment." I quickly drop my head, avoiding eye contact with him. My hands begin shaking and I quickly hold tight of them together, making sure no one sees my distress. I push all the fear and anxiety rushing through me. I couldn't bare to bring all the attention on me. I didn't want everyone worrying over me. Not with Rick already losing his mind, they don't need another man down over something that isn't even there- or real.

"Think you can just ignore me? I'm everywhere." Tomas appears next to me and I bring my shoulders to my ears, squeezing my hands tighter. I bring my head up, ignoring his ghostly presence right next to me. "Kira..." He calls in a sing-song tune. "I wanna hear you scream!" He growls angrily. The sudden touch on my arm causes my body to jump. I breathe out shakily, looking around.

"Whoa, hey. Are you okay?" Glenn frowns at me. I swallow hard, nodding my head.

"Yeah. I'm...I'm good." I answer. I glance over my shoulder, seeing Daryl eyeing me down, cocking his brow. I knew the look he gave me. He wanted me to be honest with myself. Be honest with Glenn most of all. I was honest with Daryl earlier, but I left out the part that Tomas is literally haunting me right now. That I'm seeing Tomas. Am I having conversations with him? It's hard to tell. And honestly, I'd rather not find out if I'm able to talk to him. I think that'll only fuck me in the head even more.