A/N: I didn't know if I wanted to give this extra character a name or not but if I decide if I ever wanted to progress this particular one shot, I will. Hopefully it's not too confusing with seeing so many pronouns.
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The sun began to set as everyone entered the house. You helped set the dinner table happy to see a fresh meal that you could actually enjoy instead of eating either beans or corn out of a can. The last one to come in the house had an aura of irritation surrounding her. You worried about her. Your sister seemed to always be in a bad mood and everytime you tried talking to her about it always ends with her either blowing you off or yelling things you try to recover from.
You seated yourself at the head of the table, your sister to your right next to Andrea and Lori. Everyone felt weary as the turn of events of the passed few days worn all of you out. Sophia was found and yet taken, everyone was at odds as to what to do with the boy in the barn, the entire Greene family was trying to recover from the previous event. All you wished for was a small break, a win if anything instead of having a giant boulder of problems weighing everyone down.
"Y/n, would you please start the prayer?" Hershel asked as he was seated next to you on the left.
"Of course." Heads bowed and hands together, you began the prayer. "Dear Lord, thank you for blessing us with a fine meal that these sweet women of the farm had made for us. Thank you for having shown us that good people are still out there in this cruel world and for having all of us still together-" A low chuckle came out from the table. Everyone slowly raised their heads to see who it came from and as you feared, it came from your sister. "Is there something funny?" you said with a stern look on your face. You knew what was coming and you had to get things under control.
"All of us together? Really? I can count that there are more than five people who should be here missing." She said with an attitude you recognized all too well. It was something normal but lately she had a chip on her shoulder. She was more angry all the time, waiting to pick a fight.
"You know well enough what I mean. Do not do this now."
"What? Make you look bad? Make you look stupid? You would hate that wouldn't you?" She said with eyes squinting at you. "I bet you were overjoyed when she died." The last bit came out quieter, like a deadly predator.
"Stop. We will talk about this later." You said in a stern voice once more.
"No I don't want later I want now! I want everyone to see how fake you are. Pretending to be some sort of saint. That you weren't in the wrong for leaving mom like that. For them to eat! And everytime we talk about her you always gotta make her to be the bad guy." You looked down at your plate with guilt in your eyes. You felt your face heat up and took a deep breath.
"You don't know her the way I did. I sheltered you from her and maybe that's my fault for doing that. She was a drunk and remember that the only reason you ever gotten a decent life was because of me." You took a peek back at her and then look down at your dinner.
"Oh my god! When are you going to stop hanging that over my head?!" She said exasperated. She had heard you made this speech several times whenever the both of you argued beginning when she was a teenager. She got what you were saying, so why do you constantly bring it up?
"When you start to understand that all we got is each other and that you need to start respecting me. And not because of that but because I am trying."
"And like I don't deserve some respect! All my life you've treated me like a baby."
"I had to become a mother at the age of 12 because your real mom didn't want nothing to do with being one! The only reason you remember her in such a positive way was because I hid the real her from you as long as I can! And I know you're grown but I can't help look at you more than my baby!" You tried hard to contain your composure as you felt that you were about to cry., You swallowed the lump in your throat. You needed her to understand but each time, she just refused to let what you say sink in. "Until you show me that you're more than that then I will start treating you like the woman you can be but right now, your attitude and your actions show that you are still a child."
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Bless Thee (Daryl Dixon x Reader)
Short Story(S3) During dinner, an outburst leads to some hurtful things to be said and Daryl tries to comfort you in your distress. (One Shot)
