The Devils Eyes •Daryl Dixon•

N I N E T E E N : B U T T E R F L I E S

            

I look over at Sophia, her sobs starting to die down. She looks up at me and her eyes are red, her cheeks stained from the tears.

"Shh, it's ok," I whisper, and cup her cheek letting out a smile. I turn around and open the door a crack, checking for muertos.

None in sight.

I open the door wider, it letting out a small groan.

"Come on," I turn to her, holding out my hand.

She nods and slowly stands, putting her weight on the wall.

I frown. I would offer to carry her, but I'm going to need to be able to use both my hands, incase anything attacked us.

She limps out and smiles weakly up at me.

"We just need to get back, and then you can rest," I soothe, cupping her chin.

A snarl erupts from behind me and I spin, with my knife raised.

I walk to the muerto and stab it, sending it falling to the ground.

"Let's go," I whisper and begin walking, with Sophia limping behind.

We round a corner and my eyes move to the floor, where a muerto lays.

I squint my eyes and gasp when I recognize it.

T-Dog.

I suck in a breath, and kneel next to his corpse. "I'm sorry," I whisper, sending my knife in his skull, making sure he won't come back as one of those things.

I stand up and let my breath out. "We'll come back and bury you bud."

I turn and begin walking once more, before we eventually reach a door with sunlight peering underneath. 

With Sophia behind me, I open it and squint my eyes at the brightness.

My eyes adjust, and spot Rick, Daryl and Glenn out in the courtyard.

I walk in the direction of them, placing my hand on the back of Sophia.

Their eyes dart to us and relief spreads across them.

I look down at Sophia and smile.

We made it.

I then hear feet shuffling towards us and I look up to see Daryl running to us.

My heart beats and I look him over, seeing if I can spot any bites.

He reaches me and pulls me in a hug, resting his head resting on top of mine.

"Yer okay," he breathes out.

I nod, tears forming. I pull away and look him in the eyes.

"T-Dog..." I whisper, shaking my head.

"Clem-"

Just then I hear a baby wailing.

My eyes dart towards where it comes from.

There's Maggie, full of tears, with a silent Carl close behind.

But no Lori in sight.

My mouth drops.

No. We couldn't have lost another group member.

Rick speed walks to them, dropping his ax and his eyes search for her.

Maggie lips quiver as tears begin forming in his eyes.

"Where, where is she?" he stutters.

She stays silent, unsure of what to say.