Trespassing (Daryl Dixon x OC)

Two Ghosts

"We're just two ghosts swimming in a glass half empty trying to remember how it feels to have a heartbeat."

I went on a run in hopes to clear my head. I couldn't be in the prison anymore or around the group. I just couldn't. I didn't want them pestering me or to awkwardly pass by Daryl. I wanted to be nonexistent. I wanted to be able to just float around and not feel a thing, not allowing others to see me. But that was just wishful thinking. This was the only way I'd get away from them all.

I went back to that small plaza I found after we first cleared the prison. It was somehow nice to be back. I hoped Adam was still here and that he still remembered me. The most I could do was hope.

The door, this time, was left unlocked. I slid them open and shut them softly, killing a few walkers upon entering. "Adam?" I called out, hoping that if he was still there he'd emerge. After a few minutes of silence, I tried again. "Adam?" I sighed, angry tears welling in my eyes before, yet again, slipping down the skin of my cheeks. I didn't know why I was angry, it definitely wasn't at Adam. I think the bottom line was I was just hurt and didn't know how to process my emotions properly. Guess I can thank the Dixon's for that. 

I looked around the store in search of anything I'd want to bring back. There wasn't much, honestly. I'd lost my creative mind quite a long time ago, now that the apocalyptic life is my main concern. 

While passing along the registers, I noticed a few slips of paper. With furrowed brows, I approached them and picked them up to read. A sigh of relief and a smile was released as I read the notes.

Belle,
I hope you're doing okay wherever you are. I hope that things with your group are good, too. I've been going out and exploring more rather than just sitting here. If you happen to show up and I'm not around, just sit tight, I'll probably come back soon. Hope we meet again.

Yours,
Adam

Belle,
I still hope everything's okay and that you're not dead. I haven't seen you since we met and I'm a little worried but sure you're handling yourself just fine. I found a community a little ways away from here I might join. I still don't know about the whole "group" thing, but I'm willing to give it a try. I hope you're okay.

Yours,
Adam

Belle, 
I've decided to join that community. This will probably be my last note since they don't let us out. I actually had to sneak out to write you this. As always, I hope you and your group are well. The place I'm at is called Woodbury. If you ever find it, or these notes, maybe we could see each other? Stay safe out there, Belle like the princess.

Yours,
Adam

My eyes widened and my jaw dropped. He was at Woodbury. Adam was a good kid, I needed to know he was safe. I needed to know he wasn't corrupted by the Governor or conditioned to hate me or my people. I crumpled the notes slightly as I sprinted out of the store. I needed to get back to the prison. I needed to make a plan that wouldn't get me or someone else killed. I just had to think it through. For once in my life, just think it through.

I sped all the way back to the prison, my fingers anxiously tapping on the steering wheel. As I pulled in, there was a military-looking bus inside the fence, several people flooding out of it. I stared at it curiously while closing the door to the car.