Daryl's Girl

Chapter 131

Unable to get my thoughts under control, I tried turning my focus back to the matter in hand and followed Briana out into the field. Tyreese was already down by the other graves, with a shovel, digging in the ground. He was right. This is no way for anyone to die and when I find out who did this, they're gonna have to answer to the both of us.

As we made our way over, both Briana and I picked up our own shovels and then suddenly it all became real and I tried my hardest to hold back my tears. Before now, it felt as though this was all just a bad dream, but now, picking up the shovel, the reality was my dad was dead and there was nothing I could do about it.

I took a deep breath and pushed all of my grief to the back of my mind when we finally approached Tyreese. He grunted every time he stuck his shovel into the dirt. His rage and heartbreak pouring out of him with every shovel full. It was the heartbreak we both shared. Even his face was all bloody and swollen from his fight with Rick and it was clear to the both of us that he'd not been to see Hershal or Doctor S about it. I knew what the answer was going to be, but he needed to be checked out.

"Tyreese, lets get you cleaned up. Briana and I can take care of this..." I stuck my shovel into the dirt and crouched down next to him. "You might need a couple of stitches."

"Not until they in the ground." He snapped, continuing to dig, not stopping to look up.

"You should at least let Hershal or Doctor S take a look at you. Make sure nothing's broken." Briana agreed. Her tone calm and sympathetic.

Tyreese then stopped and looked up at her. Rage filled his eyes. "Not till they in the ground." He growled.

Briana just looked at me as Tyreese turned his attention back to digging the four graves. I just stood up and picked up my shovel. I didn't know what to say because I too didn't know how to deal with what'd happened, but together the three of us dug the graves for Karen, David, Tyler and my dad.

As the three of us stood silently, I couldn't help but think how in a way, I was relieved that Tyler was gone. After everything he's done, always trying to get between Daryl and I and planning to kill people, whoever did this, did us a favour.

Then I stopped, as I realised how selfish and inhumane I was being. Not even Tyler deserved to die like this. Karen, David and my dad definitely didn't. I was letting my grief take control and that was dangerous.

Once all the graves were dug, we started to lower the bodies down into them. As we did, I looked over towards Tyreese. He looked as heart broken as I felt and I couldn't help but hope that these were the only cases and no one else has to go through this. That we don't lose anybody else in the same way again.

Tears then began to fall from my eyes as Tyreese and Briana began to lower my dad into the ground. "I can't do this." I sobbed as they started to shovel the dirt on top of him.

"Lily, I-" Briana sighed, but I cut her off before she could finish what she was saying.

"No." I shook my head. "I'll see you guys later."

They both nodded and I turned and slowly made my way back up to the courtyard. Just watching my dad being lowered into the ground was hard enough. I couldn't bare the thought of covering him with the dirt and saying goodbye. It was too much. It was almost as if a knife was being stabbed into my chest over and over and over again.

"Lily." Someone called from behind me, breaking my train of thought.

I turned around, wiping my tears and saw Hershal walking towards me. I stopped and waited for him to catch up. "Are you okay." I asked and glanced over to Tyreese and Briana. The two of them were now filling in the graves. Hershal followed my gaze.