Little Rhee (A Walking Dead fanfiction) *Under Editing*

Chapter 36- The Final Chapter

"If you don't wake-"
"Up."

Daryl's eyes widened as he grabbed Denise's shoulder. Rosita raised her gun and I my bow. Eugene was tied up on the ground and out of the corner of my eye I saw Abraham hiding behind a bunch of barrels.

"I'm D. The name's Dwight."

Dwight rambled on and I stopped paying attention. That is until I heard Dwight scream and I looked up to a most disturbing sight. Eugene was biting Dwight's, erhm, thing. Suddenly, Daryl and Rosita both started firing. It was only a flash and Dwight was dragging me off by my hair.

++Next Day++

Dwight stood face to face with Daryl and Rosita, my hair in his firm grasp. Daryl tried to get him to let me go but in only second Dwight stabbed his knife into my chest. He grabbed me by my neck and wrestled me to the ground. I heard a gunshot, and Daryl hit the ground with a thud.

As I was carted into the infirmary, I saw my dad and Carl come running. They both sat by my side. I lay on the gurney, a terrible pain in my chest. The only five people left that I loved were around me as we waited for my inevitable doom.

Glenn Rhee, my father. Maggie Greene-Rhee, the best mother I ever had. Daryl Dixon, who got shot with me and comforted me when I was sad. The little boy or girl in Maggie's stomach, that will have a sister they will never meet. And lastly, Carl Grimes, the boy I will love with all of my heart, even after I fall to the hands of my fate.

There was no denying it: Today will be the day I die.

I had come this far in such a shit world, where the dead come back and eat people, and this is how I go. I've lived through abusive step dads and terrible mothers. I lived through walkers, yet this is how I die? That can't be it.

But as my eyes draw closed, I can only manage a few words.

"Thank you."

C a r l G r i m e s

I love you. I've only ever loved you. I wish I had told you sooner.

"Thank you." She whispered as her eyes closed.

I watched as her chest stopped rising and her beautiful body fell lifeless. For the first time in the world, I cried for someone I fell in love with, who died at the hands of an evil that was too strong for her to face.

And I wish I hadn't taken her for granted.

I wish I had loved her better.

I wish I hadn't told her I stopped.

I loved my Little Rhee.