Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 30 -- Too Good To Be True

"Because he could not afford to fail, he could not afford to trust."

- Joseph J. Ellis, His Excellency: George Washington

As Daryl promised, he was back an hour later, by then we were out of the car and had all our things ready to start our day. Daryl caught a squirrel and an armadillo. He cooked them and divided the two animals between the five of us.

Now with the sunlight we could see each other's injuries. Rick had a big bruise on his right temple and his knuckles were bloody, but he looked okay, besides that. Carl had a scrape on his cheek, Daryl got a black eye plus all the bruises on his upper body, which his clothes covered. I also had bruises on my sides, from when I was tackled to the ground but compared to how I was after the prison, this was nothing. Michonne was the only one that had next to no injuries or bruises, at least on the outside.

After we ate, we got our backpacks and started our way towards Terminus. Rick had cleaned his face and took off the bloody shirt he had on. He stayed on the lead the whole time, followed closely by Michonne, while Carl stayed close to me, walking in between Daryl and I. I put my arm around his shoulders, I saw him smile and then he put his around my waist.

I turned to look at Daryl and noticed he was already looking at me, I smiled at him and nodded towards Michonne and Rick. He turned to look at them and I saw his confusion and then his eyes got wide, understanding what I meant. He nodded at me and I smirked, knowing that they both had feeling for each other.

"I'm okay." I heard Rick saying.

"Yeah, I know," Michonne muttered.

"How?"

"Because I'm okay too."

"What do you think about going to Terminus?" I asked Daryl, Carl was looking at us weirdly, noticing we were silently communicating.

"We should see it, it might be a good idea."

"Really?" I asked him and he nodded.

"She thinks we shouldn't go," Carl told Daryl, speaking for the first time since the attack.

"Why?" he asked, and I told him that I just had a bad feeling and that the word 'Terminus' reminded me of the word 'terminar' in Spanish, which means to end. "It could be just a coincidence, lots of people can't speak Spanish."

"I think that we're either heading to a trap or that the place doesn't really exist," I exclaimed. "I mean, who takes people in these days?"

"We did," Daryl told me.

"Yeah but we didn't make signs and told people where we were, we were cautious."

"I know it's hard to trust people, especially after all our experiences but checking this place out won't make any harm," Daryl told me. "We will be okay. And some others might be heading that way too, I think it's worth going."

Minutes later Rick stopped, seeing a sign on the ground. He moved the dust with his shoe and noticed it was another sign from Terminus. Both Carl and I removed our arms from around each other and looked down at the sign.

"We're getting close," Daryl exclaimed. "Be there before sundown."

"Now we head through the woods. We don't know who they are," Rick exclaimed and we nodded at him.

We turned right and got into the woods, Rick got on the lead next to Michonne once again, Carl walked a few steps behind them, with his head low, while Daryl and I stayed on the very end. At first we didn't say a word to the other but then I remembered what I heard this morning and I wanted to ask him about it.