𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝟐. carl grimes

8 - AARON

Three deaths in a row.

First Bob, then Beth, and now... Tyreese.

No words can describe how grateful I am for that man. I didn't even got to thank him properly, and apologize for the things I said to him when we were together.

Tyreese was bitten in Noah's house, back in his old town. They cut off his arm, but he didn't make it. I can't imagine what Sasha's going through right now, first loosing her boyfriend, and now her brother.

I step forward and grab the shovel from the ground, digging some dirt, before throwing it at Tyreese's grave. I walked away after that and stood next to Tara and Rosita.

And as Gabriel finishes his prayer, I looked up at the sky and let out a weak smile, knowing that Bob, Beth and Tyreese are up there. In a better place, with Sophia.

— later

"How old are you again?" Rosita asked me as walked together.

Our ride's out of gas about an hour and a half ago, we've been walking on the road since then. The sun's out and it's not helping, plus we're short on water and food. Everything's went not so good for us since yesterday.

"I don't know," the last time someone asked me how old I was, I was thirteen. That was months ago, maybe even a year ago. "Maybe fourteen or fifteen."

I know talking is just gonna get me easily dehydrated but talking with Rosita is cool. She's pretty cool, just like Tara.

"How long have you and Abraham been in a relationship?" I asked, before taking a glance at the latter. I was told about what went down between Abraham and Eugene. The redhead beat him up and the fake scientist passed out. I think he got what he deserved for fooling us.

"Months." Rosita shrugged and I let out a light chuckle. "We don't get to celebrate anniversaries anymore. How 'bout you and Carl?"

I pursed my lips into a thin line, not knowing exactly what to say. "Um... well, we haven't labeled what we have. We kissed but there's no label."

This label thing is messing with my head and it's irritating.

"Oh, I get you." Rosita says and somehow makes me feel a little better. Maybe having a little girl talk isn't so bad. "That was me and Abraham at first. Don't stress about it too much."

I nod. "Your turn."

"I think we asked more than 20 questions." Rosita and I chuckled. "Full name?"

"Farren Shea Peletier." I said. It's been a long time since I've said my full name. I almost forgot it. "You?"

"Rosita Espinosa." She answers.

When I looked forward, my eyes landed on my favorite redneck. I remembered that we're not on good terms, and I have to fix this. I told Rosita we'll continue our q&a later, before jogging up to Daryl's side.

He glanced at me. "You still mad at me?"

I shook my head. "No, I wasn't mad. Sorry I snapped at you. I was just on edge, is all."

Daryl nods, again he understands. I raised my fist and he lightly collided his fist with mine, meaning we are really okay.

"Thanks for getting her back, old man." I tell him and I saw the corners of his lips curve up, but it was quickly gone. "I'm sorry 'bout Beth..."

Daryl stiffens but nods his head anyway. After that, we just walked in silence, dehydrated, thirsty, hungry and tired.

We soon passed by walkers and they pile up until there were a group. We passed by this road bridge and Rick told us to stay at the other end of it. They started letting walkers fall to the edge, then Sasha started stabbing the walkers.