Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016

Chapter XXI -- Kinky, huh?

"Waiting hurts. Forgetting hurts. But not knowing which decision to take can

sometimes be the most painful..."

― José N. Harris, MI VIDA: A Story of Faith, Hope and Love

The next morning I woke up after Andrea and Michonne, who were eating breakfast by the bed. As soon as I sat up on my bed and stretched I could feel the tension in the room. They weren't talking, they weren't even looking at each other. Andrea looked very uncomfortable and she had all the right to be; Michonne had been glaring the whole time, she's so scary sometimes. If looks could kill we would all had been gone by now.

"So cheerful," I said sarcastically, Michonne only turned her glare to me.

I sat in front of them and grabbed some toast and some pieces of fruits. I was dying to get some eggs again but we didn't have a stove here.

"So, what's the matter?" I asked them, knowing pretty well why they were so angry. None of them replied, making me sigh. "You two remember me of my parents, you know? Except my mum wouldn't look angry, she would look scared and weak and would even tremble sometimes."

And it was the truth. I went through so many similar situations in my life. Sometimes we would sit down to eat together and my father would look so intimidating while my mother would shake with fear right next to him and a beating would follow if it hadn't happened already.

Andrea looked a really more uncomfortable when I mentioned my parents. The mention of my father probably made her feel like like that because she remembered how abusive he could be to us and that time by the lake when Andrea and him got into a fight and I ended up with a concussion and my mother, because the group and her had always been a sensitive topic to the both of us since they left us behind.

"I was thinking about helping Merle..." I started but Michonne interrupted me.

"You want to help that bastard?"

"He's not as bad as you think. He can be a really good person," I told her. "Anyway, I was thinking of showing him where the farm is."

"Why?" Andrea asked him.

"I've got my reasons to help him but also because I know what he's feeling. I remember when Sophia went missing and all I wanted was to find her, I understand him so I want to do something nice for him."

"He pointed a gun to us, tied our hands and brought us here against our wishes!" Michonne exclaimed.

"You won't make me change my mind," I said as calmed as I could.

The three of us continued to eat our breakfast in complete silence. Not only Michonne was already upset but I made her even angrier and that was really scary. I had known this woman for around eight months and she saved me and I trusted her with my life but she could be extremely intimidating and if wanted, lethal, just not to me, I knew she wouldn't kill or even harm me or Andrea.

I decided it was better not to mention that I wanted to leave this place as soon as possible. That would make Andrea upset at me as well and the three of us would argue and get upset at each other so I thought it was just the best to keep my mouth shut for now.

"I'll go for a walk," I told them as I stood up. "If you need me just look for me in the streets."

I put on my pair of jeans, another T-shirt, and my tennis shoes very quickly and walked out of the room.

I wasn't very fond of the idea of walking around Woodbury but I couldn't spend another second in that room with those two there, I couldn't take it. We would just end up killing each other sooner or later.