"It's so hard to forget pain, but it's even harder to remember sweetness.
We have no scar to show for happiness. We learn so little from peace."
Chuck Palahniuk, Diary
It was not until the next morning when we finally could make it back to the prison. Everyone that stayed there, ran out to meet us, probably being worried sick all night about about us, thinking we didn't make it back last night because we were dead, captured or injured.
I got off the bike and glanced behind me, seeing the pick-up and a school bus stopping behind Daryl's motorcycle.
After Andrea's death and her burial, Rick actually offered Tyresse, his sister, Sasha and Karen to join us and come to the prison with us and they all accepted. Daryl proposed to bring everyone that wanted to come to the prison with us and Rick agreed with him.
Tyresse, Rick and Karen explained to the people there all that happened, including Andrea's death, who became a popular and very liked woman in Woodbury after Michonne and I escaped the place, now I understood a bit more why she couldn't just leave, those people admired her and looked up to her.
Every person there accepted to come back with us. Most of them though, were old people or kids that weren't able to fight. All the men and the strongest women were made to attack the prison the day before and they were killed by the Governor after they retreated.
The prison was big enough for all of us, we were going to give them another block and let them settle there.
I was so used to being in a group smaller than twenty people that for now I just felt a bit uncomfortable with so many people around but I knew we can't be alone in this world, the more of us, the stronger we are and I would get used to them too.
"What is this?" I heard Carl asking his father, as the people started walking out of the yellow bus.
"They're going to join us," Rick informed him, resting his hands on his hips.
By Carl's face I knew he wasn't happy with the new events that were taking place and seconds later he stormed away but everyone else seemed okay with it. There was hope in everyone's eyes, the people from Woodbury and my own group. Today was a good day.
Hershel smiled and pat Tyresse' shoulder as he passed by him, obviously being happy the man was well and back at the prison.
"You alright?" Daryl asked me.
"Yeah," I said, nodding but didn't look at him. "Still a bit sad but I'll be alright."
"So," he said with a small smirk on his lips. "You told Andrea about us?"
"You have no idea how much she used to tease me about you after the farm thing," I told him with a smile. "I just felt like I needed to tell her that her suspicions from the very start apparently were correct."
"She teased you, huh?"
"You have no idea," I told him. "Always said that I liked you and that you liked me and stuff like that, even got the idea into Michonne's head, she kept saying she wanted so bad to meet you from all the things Andrea used to say about us."
"Well, I'm glad you told her," Daryl admitted. "She seemed genuinely happy."
"I'm sure she was."
"Maybe we should tell the rest soon."
"You sure you are ready for that?" I asked, being completely shocked by his statement. "What if my mum goes completely crazy and tries to kill you?"
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Barely Surviving // TWD // Daryl Dixon #Wattys2016
Fanfiction"If you find happiness in this world, Daryl," he said. "You better cherish it, because you don't know how much it's going to last. Happiness and joy are two things pretty hard to find, even more than before and I think you are extreme...
