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

Chapter 35: I'm tryna be sentimental and you're crackin' jokes.

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(DAY 582) 15 weeks pregnant. No one knows still. 

Dear T-Dog,

God, do I miss you. We didn't talk a whole lot at first but I sure enjoyed having you around. You were friendly to me right off the bat, days after meeting me. When we made it to the highway and you cut your arm and all, we talked a bit then. After that, the most we talked for a while was when you and Dale asked me about myself at breakfast. You didn't seem to care as much as Dale, but you still asked, which I was and still am grateful for.

After the farm went down, you and Andrea were the ones who tried to coax me into just getting in the truck and shooting from there. You guys cared about my wellbeing, but I still didn't listen. Luckily, I was okay, but Andrea got lost after that, and then you died before we found her again, which really sucks on all ends. The way you died, that sucked even more.

You saved Carol and I. That's it. You fucking saved our lives that day. If it weren't for you sacrificing yourself, we likely wouldn't have made it much further. You got us out of that mess, and there's nothing I could ever do to thank you. All I could do was put you out of your misery so you wouldn't have to endure the pain of getting ripped apart. Man, it just hurt to see you go. Finding out the next day that we had also lost Lori was practically overshadowing your death, along with Woodbury becoming a part of our lives. Much like many other instances, we didn't have a lot of time to miss you before chaos hit, and I'm sorry for that. It was like that for Dale and you and the prisoners, and it really sucks that the world's like this now. Just know that people still do miss you, T.

Signing out,
Cory Jenner
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For a good bit of the morning, we walked in utter silence. The events of last night were tragic to say the least, but all four of us had made it out alive and unharmed. Unharmed... was a bit of a stretch, but no one was critically hurt. Daryl had been beaten up a lot, and Rick's face was bruised as well. I had a few myself from Tony knocking me around, though not nearly as bad as the other two. My back was a bit scratched up as well from being scraped against the ground, but other than that, I was okay. Carl had gotten the momentary torment from Dan, and Michonne had gotten out pretty freely, amazingly enough. She hadn't been hurt, but she was close to it. Still, we had experienced a very bad night.

I knew that we weren't far from Terminus. I had absolutely no clue where we were heading, but I could feel that we were close. It worried me a bit, knowing we could easily be walking into a trap at the very moment. There was no way of knowing, though, if this place would be good or not. We couldn't tell until we got there.

"I've been thinking about it all morning," Rick suddenly said, breaking our day's silence. "When we get here, maybe Cory shouldn't come in yet."

I furrowed my eyebrows, perplexed at his idea. Carl got out a question before I could. "Why wouldn't she come with us?"

"For one, it's better that we have someone on the outside, just in case these people aren't who they say they are," He declared, adding more when he noticed Daryl still didn't seem convinced. "Plus, with her... condition, it would be safer if we went in and made sure it was clear first."

He had a point. I couldn't go rushing in with them, running around. If we got into a tough situation, I wasn't exactly good at making a clean getaway anymore. Running was only getting more difficult by the day. On top of that, I was a little afraid that some morally-corrupted people would show no mercy for me, especially seeing that I was a bit weaker now. I couldn't fight back easily, and if there were evil people waiting on the other side of the walls, someone could easily grab me and put a bullet through my head without hesitation.