The Love Of A Girl ·C.G.· |The Love Of A Boy Sequel|

·Chapter Twelve·

|Hailey's P.o.v.|

"What the hell!?" Daryl shouts standing up. "Were you spyin' on me!?"

"I only came to see if you were okay. You've been sneaking off a lot." I say. "And obviously you're not."

Daryl kicks some dirt and gives me a glare that only Daryl Dixon himself can make. "You don't know what you saw." He tells me referring to the burn he left on himself. "Yea, I do. And Beth, she wouldn't want you doing that." I tell him. His hard empathetic glare suddenly turned soft as I mentioned Beth. He was hurting, it was obvious.

"Back at the farm she tried to kill herself. She wanted the easy way out and then she realized..." I stopped and looked around. "That there were things worth surviving for." I say. Daryl doesn't say anything. All he does is just stare at me, studying me like he has never met be before. "I learned that taking the easy way out is weak. And Daryl you aren't weak."

"Neither are you." He says pointing to my arm that has a bandage on it. "I'm still trying to believe that myself." I say. "But between what Carl has said to me and what Glenn has said and the people who have gone. I know for a fact that just because we are hurting doesn't mean we stop surviving. We hurt and we may break but that's why we have each other." 

"You know you're smart. Smarter than you may think." He says. "So, tell me why you're with Carl?" 

I know he is joking so I just smile and shake my head but then I get serious again because out of all the thoughts that seem to bother me there is this one question that keeps eating away at my brain. 

"Does it get easier?" I ask and by the looks of him Daryl already knew what I meant. Sasha asked me and I didn't know the answer so maybe Daryl does. After all we both lost our brothers.

"No." He says. "The pain is always there. You just get used to it." 

"I miss James." I say. He nods, "I know and I miss Merle still. He was a pain in the ass but I love him. We will never forget about them."

"We should be getting back now." I tell him. Daryl nods in agreement.

It doesn't get easier we just get used to the pain. I don't know how I feel about that. I don't know if I should feel at peace or afraid of that.

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Daryl and I find the group and as soon as Carl sees me he pulls me into a hug. "Why didn't you tell me you were going with Daryl. Something could have happened and--"

"But I'm okay aren't I?" I say. Carl calms down and we start to focus on the matter at hand. Carl grabs Judith from Carol because she was about to cry and we don't need the dinner bell to be rung.

I didn't see it at first but there are bottles of what look like clean fresh water sitting in front of us. Rick hands Daryl a piece of paper and I was interested in what kind of information it held.

"What does it say?" I ask. Daryl hands me the paper to look at and it reads, 'From A Friend'

"What do we do?" Tara asks. Sometimes I forget Tara is part of the group. She was part of my fathers group, she knew him at one point. Maybe, I'm just trying to block her out.

"Not this. We don't know who left it." Rick says.

"Do you think it's a trap?" I ask worried. It's odd that someone would willingly leave a whole pack of fresh bottles of water plus four gallons just for us. There has to be some catch.

"If it is than we already happen to be in it but I for one would like to think it is indeed from a friend." Eugene speaks up.

"Um, I highly doubt that. We've been dealing with pricks all through out this mess. The only decent person we came across is Gabriel." I fire at him.