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Carl

I walked back from killing my mom without turning back. I don't feel...anything. I am supposed to feel sadness, anger, insanity. I don't know, something.

As I was walking towards the exit to get outside, Maggie was waiting for me with my sibling, I haven't even checked to see if it was a boy or a girl.

I walked past itand she followed close behind me. Once we got outside, my dad turned and looked at me. I kept looking forward. At first, he had a blank face, then he knew what had happened and he sunk to the ground, sobbing "Oh, no, no, no, no." I looked to the ground because I felt guilty and I had nothing to say.

After that, Maggie handed me the baby so she could go on a run for food with Daryl and Glenn. Hershel and Beth came over to see if the baby and I were okay. I know that the baby was perfectly fine, but I'm not so sure I am anymore.

Hershel looked over the baby to make sure it was okay, and he said that it looked healthy. After Daryl and the rest left, dad picked up an ax and went inside the tombs to kill the walkers.

Hershel placed his hand on my shouldering as a comforting gesture , but it wasn't comforting me in the slightest. I kept staring after my dad in a longing sense because he is the only thing I have left. Without him, I have no one.

I went inside the prison and I walked inside of the cell that I share with mo-, that I once had shared with my mom. I picked up one of her many flannels and I tried it on. It wasn't a perfect fit, but at least it still smelled like her. I inhaled the smell many times so I could get it stuck in my brain. I know that I won't be able to smell this smell ever again after this flannel is washed.

I continued to sit there for a long time, not eating, not drinking, not thinking, just breathing. It calmed me down a little bit, and I decided to come out and wait for Daryl and the others to get back.

When I walked outside of the cell, it was pitch black outside and the group was all sitting in the 'lunch room' I guess you would call it; it had a few sets of tables with an oven and a dishwasher. It's not like we would use those anyways, but they are there if we ever figure out how to get the electricity back on.

I sat next to Hershel and Beth, Beth then handed me the baby and I bounced it to keep it quiet, we really need to name her soon.

After about ten minutes, Daryl and Maggie walked in.

"Beth?" Maggie asked in a demanding manner. Beth walked over to the bag Maggie had set down and helped her with whatever Maggie was doing.

Daryl walked over and asked, "How's she doin'?" Daryl took the baby from me and she started wailing. Daryl kept saying 'sh' in hopes that she would stop, but she didn't. I hurt Daryl's finger in the process of handing her to him and I muttered a 'sorry'.

Daryl stood up and I mimicked him. We were walking the same way and he pointed for me to stand over by Beth. Beth handed Daryl a baby bottle and Daryl said 'thank you'. Once he started feeding the baby, I walked closer to him. I was sort of intrigued by my sibling.

There was an uncomfortable silence for a few seconds until Daryl broke it by asking, "Does it have a name yet?" In his usual, gruff voice.

"Erm, not yet." I replied.

Now that I think of it, Sophia would be a nice name. Since the original Sophia didn't live out her childhood, maybe this one would.

"I was thinking, maybe Sophia? You know-I just-maybe Carol too? And," I let out a long sigh. Here comes a list of all the dead/missing females who have entered our lives since the beginning, "Andrea, Amy, Jacqui, Patricia, or—Lori I don't know." I said, retreating to my place by Beth. I didn't want to be in that awkward position anymore. As I was leaving, I could feel everyone's eyes bore to the back of my head. I wanted to scream at them—at the world, even, but I had to keep my cool. These people have risked their lives multiple times just to save mine, so I'm not going to lash out at them.

Daryl broke the silence as he continued to talk to the unnamed baby, "Shh, you like that? Huh? Little Asskicker? Right?" He asked all of us. We all gave some nervous chuckles, and I smiled, "Well that's a good name right?" He asked again. We continued to laugh, "Little Asskicker? You like that, huh? You like that sweetheart?" I think that was the first time I've ever heard Daryl Dixon say the word 'sweetheart'.

My dad still wasn't back, it made me kind of upset, but I wasn't going to ruin the groups somewhat shred of happiness. "Um, guys?" I asked. They all turned their heads towards me, "I-I think I'm going to go to bed. Goodnight." I said to them. They all said 'goodnight' back.

When I walked into my cell, I was half expecting my mom to kiss my forehead and say her 'goodnight' too, but she is gone.

I put on my pajamas and I brushed my teeth. I pulled up the blanket and I made myself comfortable, physically. As my eyes were slowly shutting, I saw a shimmering figure come up to me and I felt these soft, feather like, warm lips kiss my forehead. It felt like my mom's, but I knew it wasn't. When my eyes were shut, but I was still conscious for a millisecond more, I could swear I heard a little girl say, "Goodnight." But I fell asleep, and I had good dreams that night.

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