The start

I am a time ticking bomb

"Best to stay off the roads, head into the woods right there. Come on. Go. Go." Daryl tells everyone as we guide them to the woods. A walker pops out around the corner.

"I got it." Tara said as she walks over to the walker.

"I'll cover you." Dwight tells her. Instead of them helping each other as a team to take down the Walker, Tara threw the Walker at Dwight who in fact has no weapons.

"Tara!" Rosita yelled.

"What? It got away. He can handle it." Tara said sarcastically.

"What the hell?" I grit my teeth. I take a step forward to run and help Dwight but he took care of the issue by stomping the Walkers brains out.

"See?" Tara said.

"Hey. Just keep 'em moving." Daryl yells at her.

"Y'all better make her stop or I'm going to stop her myself." I tell Daryl and Rosita as they were in shock. I turn around briskly and walk over to Dwight.

"Come on." I walk with him. After few hours of walking everyone started to sit and relax. I'm tired and exhausted. But Daryl kept going.

"Hey. Daryl." Rosita stops Daryl.

"Where are they?" Daryl asked about the rest of the team.

"They needed rest. They're exhausted. They haven't slept." Rosita tells him as Daryl scoffs.

"All right, ten minutes. Then we keep goin'. I'm gonna go back, cover our tracks." Daryl walks over to me and nods his head as I nod back.

The affection is still not there. I don't know if I trust myself around Daryl anymore. I don't think I feel anything toward anyone. I trust them but not myself. I trust Dwight. I trust Daryl. But anyone else I don't feel anything. I don't trust them. Feel like I'm a time bomb just ticking. One gunshot, one smack to the back of the head or anything is going to set me off. I walk over to Dwight and check out his wound.

"Seems like a bullet went all the way through. So when we get to another stopping place I'll stitch and clean it up. You should be fine after that." I tell him as he covers it back up.

"Thanks Harls." Dwight gives me a side smile.

"No problem. I got you." I pat his good shoulder.

"You know they're going to kill me right? They're talk about it right now." I turn around and look at the group as they were arguing back and forth with Tara. I wasn't really listening but sure they were. I mean after all Dwight has done to us and for us the balance is uneven.

"Out of emotion maybe. But they know that they need us. And they're not just using us. Daryl cares about you. And I think he knows that we need you. If they know what's best they won't do it. I'm not going to let them do that. I know you want good." I told him honestly.

"So you think you know me?" Dwight asked.

"After spending so much time with you. I sure hope so." I chuckled as Daryl and Rosita go to cover the tracks up. Tara stares at us with hate. Daryl and Rosita come back as they pull out a map.

"If they're smart, they'll cover all these passes between here and Hilltop." Daryl points ar the map.

"We have to keep moving. We'll just have to risk it." Rosita tells us as I nod my head.

"Maybe you don't have to. Negan won't send his people down into this stretch of swamp, not if he doesn't have to." Dwight cuts in.

"Yeah? How do you know that?" Tara asked sarcastically.

"Negan wanted to map the best routes with cover from the Sanctuary to the Hilltop. He, he decided the swamp was too dangerous. Didn't think it was worth the risk." Dwight answered.

"You aren't seriously gonna listen to him. It's too dangerous for the Saviors, so you're gonna send us? Are you kidding me?" Tara stands up not believing them. I rolled my eyes.

"They have us boxed in." Rosita replied.

"Tara has a point. Why should we trust him?" Tobin asked.

"He could turn on us like he turned on his own people."

"I didn't just turn on 'em. I killed 'em. Daryl saw it. Rosita saw it. You saw it. But one of them got away. So if they find me, Negan puts my head on a pike. I'm not working for them, and I'm not going back to them. I chose my side. This is it. After that. Well, I know how it ends." Dwight chuckled but it was real.

"What are you talking about?" I look at everyone as they all look at the ground.

"You're not killing him. You can't be serious. After what he's done for you guys?" I look around.

"He's killed our people." Tara pointed out.

"And we killed his. What's your point? You know this war, we got to end it at some point. Do you know why it started between Alexandria and the savior's? Because we got involved. Because we decided to take them out. There was no issue between the two because we didn't bother each other. I guess one way or another it was going to happen but you do realize that we were perfectly fine until we got involved. And you know what Tara I'm getting sick and tired of your shit." I shake my head.

"Oh yeah, tell me about it." Tara asked.

"Oh I'm about too. That little trip you went on with Heath who's now dead? Remember him yeah I remember him. You were gone for 2 weeks didn't say shit to Denise. Didn't even ask for permission. You know I remember when Daryl went on trips that he'd actually ask me permission to go. Daryl would inform me and asked if that was okay with me. You couldn't even do that for Denise. And I remember cuz she told me about it. Where were you when she died? Oh, right, You were on your little trip hanging out with Oceanside. Dwight was doing what he had to do to survive. He lived by negan's rules because that's all he knew. Point your fingers all you want at him but he's just surviving. I swear to God if you keep the shit up I'm going to stick a knife straight up in your brain twist it, turn it, wipe it off with my coat and move on with my day."

"What about you? You were working with Negan. You worked for him and you killed us. You think we're expecting you to live you after that? You know that's why you don't have a real weapon." Tara snears at me as I scoff.

"I can do a lot of damage with a knife. I can do worse damage with a spoon. And if you want me to show you I can. And the whole Negan situation I don't know if you knew or anyone else here knows what I went through I'm sure you'd understand. But you don't. I was pregnant. I lost a baby due to stress. I watched Daryl get tortured fed like an animal and treated like a caged animal the whole entire time we were there. And then I let him escape. I had to stay back because there was no room for me to go. One of us had to stay back and you know what I made that sacrifice. I was going to be fine. And that was the worst thought I could ever imagine. I had electrical shock therapy everyday. And then after that I would go through a routine eat, work, clean and sleep." I hold a finger up to my temple like a gun.

"I was a robot. I had no emotions. And you know what I could be set off any minute. I am a time ticking bomb. Anything can set me off. And I just switched just like that." I snapped my fingers.

"It only takes one moment of a second for me to switch sides and kill you all with my own bare hands. Negan train me. I could get shot right now and still kill everyone and not feel a thing. And then I just switch off." I snap my fingers looking at everyone. I could see their scared looks on their face. People are holding their children close to their sides. But even worse Daryl was scared of me.

"So I'm just letting you know right now if you kill Dwight you're going to have to kill me. I went through the struggles he did. Maybe not the same exact struggles but I know what it was like to struggle there. So you kill him then you kill me. Or if you're going to try to kill him you're going to have to get through me first. And that's going to be hard. Without me going off." I brush past them as I head straight for the swamp.