Sequel to: As one. (I recommend reading that first.)
[SEASON 4 ONWARDS]
[UNEDITED]
In which the group have been split up after the attack on the prison.
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BY THE TIME THE MOON HAD RISEN FULLY IN THE SKY, HALF OF THE GROUP WERE ASLEEP, AND THE OTHER HALF WERE ALMOST ASLEEP. Except for Daryl. Something was troubling him. Ophelia had been gone for a while now and he was beginning to get a little worried. It was dark outside. And people, bad people were everywhere. But he knew that her brother would keep her safe, so he tried to relax.
But as he sat down inside the church, peering up at the stain glass windows carved in the walls, he heard something, a cry, a loud, painful, cry.
And he wasn't the only one that had heard it. A few other people heard it too and they all exchanged a worried look. Rick quickly reached for his hatchet.
Daryl shook his head, and walked in front of him, signalling that he'll go. Rick nodded, but he stayed closely behind Daryl, and signalled for everyone else to stay inside the church whilst they investigated.
As Daryl opened the church doors and sneaked outside, he widened his eyes in shock, to see Ophelia crying to her brother's chest. Her brother laid limp on the floor, his eyes were closed. He wasn't moving. It didn't take Daryl long to realise why she was crying — Griffin was dead.
It all made sense to Daryl now, why Griffin had been acting somewhat strangely after they'd escaped Terminus. He'd been bit.
Daryl turned around to face Rick. Rick looked as shocked as he did. But, Rick nodded, and left Daryl alone so that he could talk to Ophelia. He didn't want her to feel overwhelmed.
Daryl sighed, he knew Ophelia would be heart broken. He remembered how he felt over losing Merle. But, he wasn't half as close to Merle as she was to her brother; and this was going to be difficult, for her to face. Losing a twin.
Daryl threw his crossbow over his back and slowly walked over to her. She didn't notice his presence. She was clinging onto her brother's lifeless hand, weeping against his still chest. Daryl had to shake her shoulder to get her attention, but even then she didn't say anything. She paused, quietening her sobs and she cast him a look over her shoulder.
"Ophelia," He said, his hand still on her shoulder.
"He was bit, back at Terminus. I couldn't save him, Daryl. I wanted to. I really did. But I couldn't. And now he's," she turns back to face her brother, and wipes her wet cheeks. "He's gone."
