Surviving. (Book Two.)

Chapter Eighty.

wow. i said it last chapter but i'm gonna say it again. i am sorry. this will be the last chapter of this story
I know that it's not the outcome that most of you wanted. Daryl has not had a dream but if i'm honest, i've had Sarah's fate thought about for a long time. i was actually going to end it with Negan doing it but i couldn't bring myself to.

i just want to say thank you for all your support over the last two books.

i don't know if i'll be writing any more, i do have a couple of ideas, one being a negan story but i don't know if i can write his character well enough to bring out a whole story. 

anyway, i hope you like this chapter...

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Daryl;

I stared down at her peaceful face; I know that a lot of people say this but she honestly just looked as if she was sleeping.

Letting out another breath, I got up and moved her so she was lying comfortably. Not that it would matter. Feeling my chest tighten, I picked up the closest thing, which happened to be one of the bedside lamps, and hurled it at the wall, a loud yell leaving my mouth as it hit the wall and shattered.

"Daryl?" Carol asked meekly, pushing the door open and after taking a glance at Sarah's lifeless body, she quickly came to my side and took me in her arms, where I started sobbing on her shoulder.

Her hands started rubbing my back as she did the best she could to comfort me.

"She's gone," I choked, "I don't..."

"Shh," she soothed, "It's okay."

"It's not."

She said nothing for the next couple of minutes before she finally pulled away, resting her hands on my shoulders, "Have you..."

"No."

"Do you want me to?" she asked.

"No." I repeated, hand moving to rest on my knife that was in my belt, "I'll do it. Just...just give me another minute."

"Okay," she whispered, wiping under my eyes, "Well we're outside if you need us."

I made sure that the door was closed behind her, resting my head against the wood as I tried to build up the courage to do what I had to do.

There was some part of me that wanted to wait, wait until she opened her eyes again so I could see them one last time but there was no point. They wouldn't be her eyes. She wouldn't be my Sarah.

I moved back to her side, readying my knife.

"C'mon man," I muttered, "You can do it."

Taking a deep breath, I moved the knife to the side of her head, resting my knee on the bed as I leant down, giving her lips one final kiss as I slowly pushed the knife forward.

With a long sigh, I moved myself on to the floor and stared at the wall before closing my eyes. 

It was as if closing my eyes would hide the fact that she was no longer there. That she wasn't going to be coming back.

I don't really know how long I had sat there until I decided that I was going to move and start digging a grave for her. 

There was no point in hanging around. 

The group were silent as I emerged and when I gave them a nod, Carl fell down onto the sofa, head in his hands.

"I'm going to go start digging." I said roughly and Rick nodded and followed me out.