Season 6
Word count : 527
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One your group arrived at Alexandria
You and Daryl separated slightly, you noticed that he never came to the party Deanna hosted for us, he gotten closer to Eric and Aaron, he started to become more of a hero for the people around here, going on supply runs, hunting food and bribing it back, even though he was still Daryl and didn't socialise he was still a hero.
You on the other hand , you cared for the old people around here with the other women, you looked after the children, cooked food and sometimes helped Denise out with the sick.
Before you came to Alexandria it was always you and Daryl, he was close to carol as-well but with you and him it was something different he would open up to you about things about him what he would never tell others. And now he was a stranger to you, it was like you didn't exist in his mind anymore: you tried to do that same with him but you couldn't.
You watched his every move from afar, you listened to him speak but you never heard his words. You knew Daryl Dixon was a complicated man but for him to cut you off, that was something what ripped through your mind causing great amount of confusion to you.
Over time, you slowly stopped talking to the rest of the group, until they were a family but without you, you had noticed that they even cared about the people they only knew for a few weeks more than you.
Your eyes couldn't produce anymore tears, they were dehydrated. you tried to stay strong, but you couldn't keep the emotions out, they eat you up.
One day you had enough, you simply walked away. You didn't want to be there , you felt more alone in Alexandria than you did in the woods. You didn't care if they looked for you or if they didn't. You didn't care if you lasted 2 days or 2 years: the thought of death didn't scare you anymore.
They did realise you were gone, Daryl realised too: he distanced himself because he was scared, there was no excuse not to settle, not to tell you how he really felt, you now had a home a shot a being happy, but that was his biggest fear.
He looked and searched for you, everywhere and everyday until he found you. Your body laid there, with a small hole in you head and the gun only a few inches from your hand.
Your eyes remained open looking at him, he blamed himself even though people told him not too. Daryl never knew if that was suicide or if you were killed, Daryl never understood why you left in the first place.
You were now just a memory to him, every time he shut his eyes there was some memory of you and him dragging him into a dream what distracted him from reality, you were a drug and he was the addict, but there was now nothing to be addicted to other than the soft smile you would always have.
