Don't Let Me Die (Sequal to She's Alive)

Lexa And Others

Lexa POV 

The warm blanket wrapped around me. The low light illuminating the whole cell in a beautiful glow. It's almost romantic. Though it's only me and my book.I hear their footsteps outside, but I don't care. All I need is my books. My books of dragons and magic. They've kept me occupied these past few months, but something still doesn't feel right. Maybe it's that The Governor's still out there. Or maybe it's because Woodbury's residence left with a solider a month or two ago. The man, Martinez I think, came and they wanted to go with him. They said they thought it was better.I close my book, placing it on the bed. If there's one thing I need more than books, it's food. I walk out my cell and look at the originals. That's what we are, the original group.Rick and Daryl talking about who knows what, Carol and Beth washing clothes, Michonne sitting at a table with a map, Glenn and Maggie being a couple, Hershel reading his Bible, and then there's Carl playing with his hat.I walk to the cafeteria , not saying a word. I crouch down to look into a cabinet, but a glass falls and breaks on my head. I scream, alerting everyone.Beth and Michonne help me up as Carol runs to clean the mess. Michonne pulls shards of glass out of my hair and sighs.

 "How do you do this?"I leave her question unanswered, as I walk out the cafeteria. I walk to my cell and pull the sheet over the door. I pull my lighter out my pocket and light another candle, making the room glow more.

"Caught up in yer fairy tails again?" Daryl asks, leaned against my door. I chuckle and smile. I look at him.

"You could say." I giggle, putting the candle on my desk and sigh. 

"There's no such thing though."

"Now who told ya that?" He asks, walking over. He wraps an arm around me, pulling me in for a hug.

"Nobody now." I mumble, hugging back. It seems Daryl and I have gotten closer, almost like a father and daughter.

"Well, you believe what you want, jus' don' forget what's outside these walls." He says, pulling away. I nod as he walks out. 

Daryl POV

She's still so sweet. She ain't changed a bit. Not sense I met her. She still got that smile. She got those eyes. She's almost like a child again. She ain't like Carl. Carl's gotten tough. I can remember when he was a dumbass, runnin' into the woods. Now he's a fourteen year old boy readin' comics at night. He only does that 'cause Rick took his gun. I don't blame 'em either.If it were different, Carl'd be different. He'd be carryin' a gun and hangin' around us. He used to, but now he's gettin' ta be a real teenager.Lexa walks out her cell, the glow of her candles shining through the sheet. 

"I need a bottle of water." She says, walking to the cafeteria.Carl watches her, his gaze going back to the comic in his hands when she's gone. What he did changed the way she sees him, and now he pays the price. Rick said he was upset about it, but now he's used to it.She don't talk to him. She barely makes eye contact. She'll only give a small wave or nod and continue on with her day. She talks ta Beth or stays in her room all day. She's caught up in those books Michonne brings her.Speakin' of the sword woman herself, Michonne walks in with Lexa, smiling at the girl. Lexa points ta me and nods, but Michonne shakes her head. It makes me wonder what they're talking about. Of course, I'll never know.

Carl POV

"Time for bed." Dad says, tapping my shoulder. I nod as I close the comic. I look at him, seeing how much sleep he needs and smile to myself.I walk to my cell, but to get to my cell, I have to pass Lexa's. I see the light seemingly flicker then go out. I hear something fall on the ground, making me stop.I look into Lexa's cell, hoping she's okay. When I look in, I see her on her bed. She plays with her hair, staring a t the wall. She doesn't notice me, so I go to my cell.I lay on my bed, only being able to think of Lexa. If I had't shot that kid, she'd still be talking to me. But if I hadn't, he would've hurt someone. I did the right thing. I know I did. If only I hadn't lost Lexa.Her words still play in my head. 

"Where's the boy I loved?"She loved me. Now she hate me. She hate me because I shot someone. I did what was right, but I don't think it was worth loosing Lexa for. I can't believe I lost her.