I'm Not the Only One

Chapter Three: What We Would Have Done

The day went by a little slow. I couldn't keep my mind off of dinner - you know... the big decision... and I was hungry again.

"Hey," Michonne walked up to me as I was dividing Daryl and I's arrows and inspecting them in the trunk of the pickup they found.

"Hey," I replied, looking at her for a second then going back to counting.

She took that as a sign to sit next to me and look out at the other houses on the street. I stopped separating them and looked around.

"Do you ever wonder what would have happened if the shit didn't hit the fan?" I wondered aloud. "I mean, what would have happened to all of these people? Some might have died another way, but I bet most of them would still be alive. They'd be going to work, or school, going to the doctors, little league baseball games, watching bad reality TV... maybe these people would have won the lottery, or have been struck by lightening."

"I'd probably still be delivering pizzas and trying to pay bills," Glenn said walking up to us.

"I would hope that I'd be somewhere more exciting than Georgia..." Maggie hoped, appearing next to her husband. (I don't remember if they got married or not, but they were engaged... right? Idk for the sake of the fanfic they are married)

"I'd still be a cop, Carl'd be fifteen. Maybe Judith would have turned out to be a boy..." Rick told us.

"I would probably still be following drunk Merle, being an asshole... maybe I would have drank myself to death by now..." Daryl creeped up on us on the left side of the truck.

"Sophia would have been sixteen now. God, to think of my little girl all grown. I'd be with Ed, living a miserable life and being the coward I was. I couldn't stand up for myself, Sophia, anybody... we'd be going paycheck to paycheck and by now maybe Ed would have left us. Maybe he'd stay because he craved the power he had. Preying on a girl and a woman, I can't believe I married the shithead," Carol shook her head at herself and laughed lightly. It just made me sad.

Bob, Sasha and Tyreese who held Judith walked to the new forming group. I guess they heard what we were talking about because Bob began to speak, "I sure as hell wouldn't have gone back to being an army medic. Maybe I would have gotten a shitty minimum wage job."

Tara and Rosita walked out of the house and looked around, when they saw all of us they started to walk towards the group.

"I think I'd still be fighting fires. I always got a thrill from seeing the flames, escaping death day in and day out... ironic right? Now it follows me home from work," Sasha bitterly laughed.

Tom, Eugene, Abraham, and Carl, who was holding Judith, emerged from a house across the street and came our way - empty handed.

"I used to own the old family business," Tyreese started. "We were a little store that sold everything from car parts to parts that made up a piano. We were like a pawn shop for 'Do It Yourself' kinds. That helped I guess when all of this started. I think I would still be working there. I was close with the folks in my town." (No one knows what Tyreese did before the apocalypse so I just made this up)

Tara spoke up, "I was in the police academy when this happened. I was hoping to one day become a sergeant, not a survivor. I'd be at home with my sister and my niece... being happy all the time. Would of gotten married one day, once they actually passed gay and lesbian marriage. It's crazy to think about how important that stuff was then, and now how the only important thing is finding water and food, a safe place to sleep for a couple hours, and dodging walkers."