- Death follows you where ever you go-
Aurelia POV
Me and Rosita walked together as Daryl and Denise were talking. It wasn't long until we crossed the railroad crossing. Daryl started walking on the tracks.
"Hey" Rosita called out to him.
"This way faster, right?" Daryl asked, pointing in the direction of the tracks. I chuckled as I followed him, Denise and Rosita following behind me. I walked faster until I was besides Daryl.
"Ya know, I used to be the one coming to stand by ya and such" Daryl told me, looking over at me.
"Really? I did not know that" I told him, sarcasm in my voice. Daryl shook his head, but he didn't say anything back. So it fell quiet between us, but only for a few minutes.
"We almost started somethin, in ya room back at home" Daryl told me. I nodded, remembering where we almost kissed. Almost did, but we didn't.
"Yeah, we did" I agreed.
"Do ya maybe wanna talk about it?" He asked me. I opened my mouth to say something, but Denise yelled something at us.
"There's a cooler in there" Denise yelled at us. We turned and found her by a car, pointing at it, "Might be something we could use inside"
"We got what we came for" Rosita told her.
"Nah, aint worth the trouble, come on" Daryl told her. Which they are right, no need of trying to get something when we already got what we wanted. We started walking again, but I never answered Daryl's question. I was about to ask him something, but we heard someone struggling. We turned around, seeing a walker on top of Denise. I pulled my knife out as we began running towards her.
"No dont" She yelled at Daryl, who was gonna kill the walker. We backed up, watching as she brought her machete up. She then brought it back down, killing the walker. Denise got up, putting her machete up as she panted. She then bend over, throwing up a bit.
"Ah, man" she said, after she was done. " I threw up on my glasses" She said, bending down and grabbing them. She put them in her pocket before turning and opening the cooler she so badly wanted. She pulled out a six pack of soda, causing me to scoff as she grabbed one.
"Hot damn" She said, looking at it.
"What the hell was that?" Daryl asked her, taking a step towards her, "you could've died right there, ya know tha?" Daryl told her, getting a little angry.
"yeah I do" She told him.
"Are you hearing me?" He asked her.
"Who gives a shit? You could've died killing those saviors, both of you, but you didn't. You wanna live, you gotta take chances. Thats how it works. Thats what I did" Denise told him.
"For a couple of damn sodas?" I asked her, not believing this.
"Nope, just this one" She said, throwing all but one down before walking through us. I looked over at Daryl, reading his mind easily. He was mad, pissed at Denise for acting stupid. I shook my head, following after Denise.
"Are you seriously that stupid? " Rosita asked her when we got on the tracks again. We all stopped walking, Denise turning and looking at Rosita.
"Are you?" She fired back. " I mean it, are you? Do you have any clue what that was to me? What this whole thing is to me? See i have training in this shit, I'm not making it up as I go along, like with the stitches and the surgery and" She said, stopping for a minute. She then looked over at Daryl. " I asked you to come with me because you're brave like my brother and sometimes you actually make me feel safe"
