Finding Sophia (The Walking Dead Fanfiction)

Thirty-Four: The Book

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Walking.

Limping.

Just...moving.

Not a single word was passed between any of us. Rick and Michonne would pass the occasional glance in choosing which direction we'd pass and Judith would make her baby noises as she was passed on between Rick, Carol, Carl, and Michonne, but no one spoke.

Thinking about everything...everything I just wanted to forget. The sketchbook on my bag only reminded me of my family more than it should've and everything reminded me of Sophia. Carl, Carol, my book, the trees, the stale Skittles in my bag, everything. I noticed everything and it hurt.

Abraham broke the silence. I cursed him and thanked him for it. The words he said were loud, pointless, and terrible, like always, but I appreciated the change in atmosphere. Eugene simply looked at the knife in his hand and Tara kept glancing over at me. I think she knew I recognized her, or she recognized me. Rosita kept looking at Abraham. They were together, I know, but she knew he wasn't loyal. No one like him ever was or would be.

Daryl had noticed the notebook in my arms over the last few days, and the third time I caught him staring, I put it in my bag. I hated looking in it. My family, my friends, everyone I cared for, I'd drawn. Sophia...my little chipmunk was gone.

Carol heard me call Sophia 'chipmunk' once at the prison. And we laughed, leaving her confused. We never explained it to her.

My leg still stings like hell, and with Daryl creeping down my neck about it every hour, it was hard to actually enjoy the walk. Not like I ever did, but it was worth a shot. I appreciated the care, and I appreciated the kisses, but enough was enough.

No one saw us kiss. Not in the five days we'd been out here, and I didn't really care that me and Daryl was just between me and Daryl. Of course I didn't ask him about the notebook. That would be too fucking easy. It wasn't as if I was afraid to confront him about it, it was that I wasn't sure if it was him. I was pretty sure, and it wouldn't hurt to check. It would make me feel a lot better knowing it was him that some creepy Terminus folk.

I ripped a piece of paper from my notebook and wrote on it.

Hey. I handed it and my pen to Daryl. I didn't feel like breaking the silence. Or as silence as it got with Abraham having a one ended conversation with Rosita about D.C. and how that was our one chance at survival.

Daryl cocks an eyebrow at me and I simply smirk, shaking that I refused to speak other than via this piece of paper.

How are you? He asks. I huff, drawing no attention to myself, but I still shrink back, thinking I was too loud. If this man didn't stop worrying so goddamn much, maybe I wouldn't have to be loud. I was getting better. I would be fine.

Fine. You?

Still walking. Glenn raises an eyebrow behind us as he sees we're passing notes. I'm pretty sure he and Maggie know what's going on.

That's important.

I can hear him actually chuckle, and he hands back his chicken scratch called writing. Smart ass

Kiss it. I write back.

What'd you wanna talk about? He writes back.

I hold the paper a moment and think about it before writing, I don't know what to talk about. But I wanna talk with you. I see him smile as he reads it.

Wanna go hunting? He asks. I'm surprised he offered to take me off the road, but as long as I'm with him, I guess he think I'm safe. At least safe by these world's standards. I look over at him and nod. He passes a quick word to tell Glenn where we're going and we head out.

"You took my book, didn't you?" I ask him. We weren't actually hunting. If something happened to cross our path, we'd get it. Otherwise, we talked.

"What?" He tries playing the innocent card, trying to focus like he's hunting.

"You took my book from my cell. Carol found it in Terminus." He doesn't answer me, so I stop walking. He turns around and I cross my arms over my chest. "I want an answer." I say stubbornly. He steps closer to me, and opens his mouth like he's going to answer, but he doesn't. I huff internally, and try to think of how I was going to get this damn answer out of his mouth.

So I grab his vest, and I pull him down for a kiss. It works, at least in the kissing part. He kisses back, and I think I've got him, hook, line, and sinker, but when we pull away, he simply smirks at me.

"Nice try."

"I know you took it." I tell him as he turns around. "Just...admit it."

"Nope." He throws over his shoulder. I groan and follow him. I'd get it out of him...eventually.