Barely Alive // TWD // Daryl Dixon

Chapter 36 - Confessing

"Scars have the strange power to remind us that our past is real."

- Cormac McCarthy, All the Pretty Horses

Cecilia's POV

I waited until I saw Glenn finally walking out of the church, people were still getting ready, only Daryl and my mother had already left, it was a small group and Daryl didn't have much to grab to get ready so they left quickly.

I stood up and approached Glenn after he finished talking to Rick. I stood in front of him, making him stop. He raised his eyebrow at me but didn't say anything to me, he just waited for me to speak.

"I'm going with you," I told him with a smile.

"Are you?" he asked surprised. "Alright but I thought you were going with Daryl and Carol."

"They already left."

"Okay then," Glenn said, finally smiling back at me.

Glenn and I walked out of the church together to meet with Maggie and Tara, who were waiting for Glenn to finish talking to Rick. Maggie raised her eyebrows when she saw me with Glenn and that I actually intended to go with them on this run.

"Are you coming with us?" Tara asked before Maggie could.

"Yes, I am," I said smiling at her.

Both girls smiled at me as Glenn told us to start going. Maggie and him were on the lead while Tara and I were a couple of steps behind them. I saw how Maggie grabbed Glenn's hand and I felt a pang on my heart, wishing I could do that with Daryl.

I wasn't completely sure why I decided not to go with him and my mother, I just wanted to stay away from them both for a while. I knew Daryl would have tried to talk about our issues and that look on his eyes, I can't just look at him right now, and I know my mother suspects something is going on, she had been giving me those looks when she wants me to spill what's wrong, and I'm not ready to tell her anything.

I was actually surprised my mother and Daryl were alone, before that would have been impossible. They would have killed each other.

About ten minutes later of walking through the woods we finally got to civilization, so to speak. There were some shops and some houses around, it was nice to not be in the middle of the woods anymore. I smiled, knowing tonight we might not sleep on the hard cold ground.

"Is it hard?" Tara asked me, making me turn to look at her, she just pointed at the crossbow.

"Not anymore. It took me a few days to get the hang of it and some more weeks to be accurate," I told her. "Daryl taught me around a year ago."

"He seems nice... sometimes," she told me. "Is he your boyfriend?"

"Uh, my fiancé actually," I said with a sad smile.

"Oh, is that why you wear that ring?" Tara asked me, looking down at my hand. "I thought it didn't mean anything."

"Yeah, he asked me about two or three months ago."

"You are lucky then," she told me. "During all this time I only had a partner, it didn't last longer than a few weeks."

"What happened? You broke apart or was he bit or something else?" I asked, not being sure if I should be asking or not.

"She died," Tara simply said, shocking me a bit.

"She?" I asked very surprised.

"Yeah," Tara asked, looking a bit shy. "I'm into girls."

"Oh. So, what happened?"

"She was killed at the prison," she told me as she got really uncomfortable. "I don't blame the person who killed her, I saw it all. She was just defending herself."