My New Guardian

A new but cloudy day

It's been a few days since the awful walker attack and event of many deaths in the prison. We've lost lori. T-Dog. Though Rick and Carl are still here, it seems to as if they are gone. The days are beginning to mesh together now. No one talks much. Daryl and Glenn have been dragging out bodies and burning them. I've seen Rick helping a few times but be zones out and disappears into the tombs again for hours usually. I haven't seen him since last night. I want to worry but I can't. We can't afford to think like that any more. Me and Maggie have been keeping watch and taking turns with Sean and baby Lori. That's not her name- but that's what we call her for now. It hurts to say her name though. I miss Lori like crazy. But I refuse to let it take over me. We can't lose any more people. Currently I'm inside sitting in the cafeteria area rationing food. Foods a little scarce but Rick nor Carl have been eating much since... The incident. It's just me and Sean right now- Maggie's on watch with carol and their watching baby Lori. I smile back at Sean. I admire how his mind is so young that he can see such horrors and still smile with a shine in his eye as though nothing happened. "Knock knock." I hear the all to familiar voice call from the door. I don't look back and I continue mindlessly sorting food facing forwards. "Hey." I reply plainly. All of the sudden I feel his warm breath tickling my neck. It startles me (we haven't actually been that close since the traumatic day) I drop the cans I'm holding. What an idiot! I think to myself. "I'm so sorry- you startled me- I was t thinking." I kneel down picking up the food cans my hands still trembling I still don't look up at Daryl. After a few moments of silence, I see Daryl crouch down and meet my gaze. He puts his hands over mine stabilizing them. I didn't even realize tears were rolling down my face. "Hey." He softly whispers, I ignore his attempt at comfort and continue picking up cans. "Hey!" He says a bit louder capturing my attention. I drop the cans in my hands and hold my breath for a second and close my eyes. After a split second I open them and look up at Daryl, my eyes meeting his perfectly blue ones. Damn. He comforts me without even trying. "You haven't slept much or ate much. You need to rest- I can finish up here. I'll keep an eye on Sean." "No Daryl, it's fine- I can take care of it." He refuses to listen and hesitantly argues. "Lucien, look at me. Your resting if I have to tie you down to that bed myself, do your here me? I'll shove canned spaghetti-o's down your throat if it need be." He smiles a bit. I can't help but smile at the silly remark. "Okay..." "Thank you Daryl." I stand up- Daryl helping my by pulling me up. I hold onto my leg making sure to not further puncture my sore. As I begin walking towards the exit- into the cell block, Daryl grabs my hand one last time. I turn back and meet his gaze confused. "Luci... Wait." He approaches me quicker than I have time to process he plants his lips right on mine. I'm shocked but I don't fight it. He wraps his arms around my waist and pulls me close for a split second before ending the blissful moment. "I don't want to keep you from sleepin'." He blushes and slightly smiles like a little schoolboy before turning around and fiddling with the cans of food on the shelves. "Yeah, wouldn't want to keep me from doing anything in that bed besides sleeping now would ya?" I riskingly add. I swiftly walk out the door before I give him time to respond and head to our cell. Once I arrive I plop down ready to endure some well needed rest now feeling some sort of comfort. Feeling anything but regret and grief seems like a terrible thing at a time like this, but I prefer being any kind of happy than unmistakably miserable.
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"Look at these ones hahaha they look nice don't they! Nice bait if you ask me!" One shadowed faced man evilly jokes looking down at me. I can't make out his face- my eyes are full of tears and I'm bruised and broken. "Nah you know what this ones good for... Weapons! I know some bums who'd pay a lovely gun supply for a ripin' like this!" Another man remarks laughing and spitting on the floor just near my face. His face is blurry too. I can't quite make out where I am. I'm so confused. How am I back... Here?... Then I see him. His face as clear as day... Philip. "Nah. This ones mine, gentlemen.!" I recognize him clear as anyone. He beats, and kills, and robs, and... Does Unimaginable things to innocent people. I hate him. I can honestly say I've never hated any one but I hate him. It's a dark, boxy, tin-walled room yet he seems to have a spot light appearance. He kneels down grabbing my arms with the harshest grip. He throws me against the table- my head hits with a crack. My already broken body aches as I cry out his fists begin pounding my face in as I scream out. For someone. Anyone. "Daryl!" My weak voice suddenly blurts as I gurgle in my own blood. "Daryl can't save you now!" Philip yells with a barbaric grin on his face. "D-glg-..Daryl!" He raises his fist one more time but before it hits my face my eyes open and I jump up.

"Dar-dary-dar!...Daryl!" I feel arms wrap around me and I can't even see who but i don't care. I hug back. I clinch down on a leather vest and I know in a matter of seconds it's Daryl. I burry my face deep in his neck. I'm sweating and breathing heavy. Tears are still rolling down my face. "Luci, I've got you. I've got you... Shhh." "He had me, he was- he was right there, Daryl..." "I've got you, he can't hurt you. I'm here now. I've got you." I know now I'm safe but for how long. I realize it was just a nightmare but was it really just a nightmare? Am I really safe? Is Daryl really safe? Are any of us really safe? I know he's still out there.