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"Daryl." You call his name as he's packing a car up for a run.
It had been only a couple days since he had to put his brother down, killing the man he once knew that had been replaced with a flesh eating monster.
He turns to you, raising his eyebrows to let you know he's listening. Being his best friend here; and from before the outbreak you knew things like that.
"Are you okay?" Leaning against the wall you look him straight in the eye to see if he'll lie to you or not.
He stares at you for a moment before nodding, holding onto the crossbow that's slung across his shoulder.
"Gotta be."
That was another thing you knew about him. That was Daryl; someone who always needed to be strong. Even when his heart was telling him it was okay to be weak.
A/N: kinda love the ending of this one! Honestly hadn't planned on updating today, but I figured since I have 2-3 lined up for tomorrow (including the start of my new book) what the heck!😂
