Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 21: This is a light in the middle of darkness.

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(DAY 045) Nothing's changing much in Woodbury. It's all the same stuff every day. It honestly feels like a normal life again, like going to work and doing the same shit on repeat, then going home tired as hell and seeing your family (in my case, Titus's family). I never had anything like that before the apocalypse, though. I never had a serious job, despite my degree in cosmetology. I could've gotten a job, but I never did no matter how old I was or how much I needed the money and distraction to spend some time doing something. Why? Because I never had a car to get to my job.

I tried getting a job when I was younger at a fast food place, but I was fired a week later from being late every day. I had to walk (or run, rather), to the restaurant every day, and I never once made it on time. I could've gotten a car if I could've kept the job long enough. And yes, Chad had a car, but he never let me drive it after I got in an accident when I was fucking 19. It wasn't even my fault. Some guy on a motorcycle flew past me in an intersection and I slammed on the breaks, and another car t-boned me. Now that I'm remembering that, the motorcycle guy could've been Merle. I never brought up the whole car wreck thing again after it happened and Chad forbid me from driving. Neither of the Dixons ever asked why I didn't drive, so it was never brought up and I nearly forgot about it happening in the first place because I never had a reason to get a job or have a car again. Merle drove me when I needed, and I no longer needed the money because I had given up on moving out of my house. If I was gonna move anywhere, it would've been in with the Dixon boys. So, now that I remember the day of that wreck, the motorcycle looked like Merle's, and I have very little memory of what the driver looked like, but it could've been him.

But other than that reason, I wouldn't have been able to use the car anyway. Chad had a day job that he went to every day, so the car was never home. There were probably ways we could've worked it out, but it ended up never mattering. I did have a couple people that met me in my college days pay me to cut and style their hair, but that wasn't much. The only time I got money was when Chad, Denise, Michelle, Merle, Daryl, and Clark gave me some money on my birthday. There was also a time that I was over while Merle had some drug buddies over and one of them was so fucked up he paid me to sleep with him, and then went home before we did anything. I didn't even agree to it; He just handed me the money, which was like 100 dollars, and said I could keep it if we could do something. I didn't agree or say no, but it didn't matter because about ten minutes after, Merle made them all go home and he left without recalling our 'deal'. So, you could consider it prostitution, but I never did anything so no one can judge me.

That had happened to me before, at a bar once. And there was this time that Merle was so fucking drunk he tried to pay me to sleep with him. I wasn't hurt by it because I knew he'd never ask me if he was sober. And Daryl was there that night. He laughed so fucking hard when I told Merle no because Merle's face dropped from a huge grin to disappointment so quickly. He also never asked for the money back, but I gave it to him the next morning when he was ready to commit murder from his hangover.

I have a secret, though, that's relevant to all of this. Phillip and I had sex two nights ago for the first time, and it was great. He asked me to come over, and when I got there, the lights were out and the room was filled with candles. It looked like something out of a TV show, I swear. He had freshly washed the blankets on his bed, drew a really warm bath in his bathroom, and had a display of wines set up. We took a bubble bath together and drank some wine, only enough to give a slight buzz, nothing much. After the bath, we... you know... It was amazing and romantic, and it was the best thing I had ever experienced in my life. I think I love him, honestly, more than anyone or anything on this planet. I'm not even gonna try to make Merle or Daryl a part of this. I love Phillip more than them. Not by much, but I can't lie. Phillip cares about me so much and he's taken care of me over the past month or so since he found me.