Healing Broken Wings [Daryl Dixon] The Walking Dead

Thirty Three| Welcome Another Life

🌱Kristina🌱

We move and we move. Burying Beth underneath a willow tree. "We look not at what can be seen, but we look at what cannot be seen. For what can be seen is temporary but what cannot be seen is eternal. For we know that if the earthly tent we live in is destroyed, we have a building from God, a house not made with hands, eternal in the heavens."

We spend the next few days moving, moving, trying to find a car, and eventually, we do. Night falls and we make a fire. I sit quietly, staring into the flames. I can hear Maggie crying softly and it makes my heartbreak.

It makes me want to cry. Once again we lost someone. I'm tired of losing my family. The pain never lessens and it never gets easier. Though I guess if it ever got easier it means something wrong with you. I don't sleep much and it feels like only a few minutes has passed when the sun starts to rise.

Rick is talking about going to where Noah last saw his mom and other survivors. "It was secure. It has a wall, homes, 20 people. Beth wanted to go with him. She wanted to get him there. It's a long trip, but if it works out, it's the last long trip we have to make."

"And what if it isn't around anymore?" Glenn asks. "Then we keep going."

"Then we find a new place," Michonne says and we all nod. We get in the cars and drive. I sit with Maggie, offering moral support, not talking, just letting her know I'm there. We sit tight while Rick, Michonne, Noah, Glenn, and Tyreese go to check out Noah's camp.

After hours of waiting they come back only for us to have to bury Tyreese.

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It's been 21 days since Atlanta. We've got sixty miles till we reach Washington. We're all hungry, thirsty, and disheartened. And I've had a bad feeling since I woke up. And now our car has died and we have to walk. I stand beside Maggie as we shamble on.

I look back and see we got multiple walkers on our tail. Daryl and Carol split off to see if they can find anything. Daryl and I haven't talked much since Beth's death. I've been trying to give him his space, I know how he works things out by now. But it's hard and all I can think is that he's not the only one that's been hit hard.

We all loved Beth. I can't help him if he won't talk to me. I shake my head, trying to push down my frustration. Carl, pulls something out of his bag and hands it to Maggie. "Found this when we were looking for water."

"What is it?"

"I think it used to play music. It's broken."

"Thanks, Carl."

"I thought you might like it." Carl moves ahead a little and Maggie and I turn to see Gabriel messing with his collar. "I used to joke these things were leftovers from the days of hair shirts. The church actually made shirts out of hair. So if you wore it, you could atone just a little for your sins."

He comes up beside us. "I know what a hair shirt is. My daddy was religious. I used to be."

"If you ever want to talk about your father or about Beth."

"Please, stop."

"Whenever you're ready, I'm here."

"You never even met them."

"I know you're in pain."

"You don't know shit." I place my hand on her shoulder, we're all tired and running on fumes. "Maggie, please don't. Save your energy." As we continue our pace, I notice the walkers getting closer. But we were all just too tired to care.

We get to a bridge and Rick sees an opening to get rid of the walkers. I stay back, what could I do? In my current condition. They stand by where the hill meets close to the bridge, that's where they'll throw em.