The Devils Eyes •Daryl Dixon•

S E V E N T Y - T W O : R E U N I O N

It's been a month.

A whole month since I blew up Terminus to save my friends only to find out they were dead.

Meaning it's been maybe a month and a half since the prison now.

Almost two full months without Daryl, without Sophia, or Lee, or Rick.

I still wasn't over them, and would find myself crying in the woods with Kira at my feet every night.

It's been easier this past week, and I only broke down a few nights, but I knew I could never truly get over them.

They saved me, both literally and figuratively.

Lee saved me.

Daryl saved me.

I sighed as I pulled to a stop in the truck on the side of the road, and went to pull out my map when the photo of Daryl and I fell out.

I sighed in despair as I looked at the photo of me grinning while planting a kiss on Daryls lips, knowing I'd never see him again.

I shook off the sadness and grabbed the map.

I looked over at the crossed-out camp in D.C. and sighed in sadness.

I went up to D.C, and the camp was still up.

But it only lasted two weeks, until it fell and I was back on the road once more.

I didn't know what to do, so I found myself heading south.

"I should try Wellington," I sighed, running my finger over the marked area in Ohio.

"It'll be a drive," I looked over at Kira who sat on the front seat. "But if it's safe, it'll be worth it."

I pulled out my water bottle and took a sip, before stuffing it in my bag.

"But for now, let's go get some real food," I looked at him.

We still had a plethora of cans, I just missed the taste of fresh meat.

I still had about two cases of water left too, along with half a dozen containers of baby formula, knowing I'd need it for when I gave birth.

I stuffed my remaining supplies in the small storage space under the back of the car, sticking to the routine of not risking getting my supplies looted.

I hopped out the truck along with Kira and looked up at the sun.

We still had over 8 hours of sunlight and I was grateful.

I made sure everything was hidden before walking away, twirling the keys on my fingers.

I came up to a dried-up creak and spotted dead frogs lying where the water would flow.

I cringed and looked away, the scene making me sensitive.

Kira smelled the frogs before huffing in disgust and walking back by my side.

I smiled at him and I kept my eyes out for anything.

I later started a small fire in a clearing, cooking two squirrels I managed to snag.

Kira was gone, as he would usually go off on his own to hunt and sometimes his snout would be clean, while other nights it'd be bloody and he'd bring a piece of meat for me.

Once the squirrels were done, I gobbled them up, licking my fingers as I groaned in satisfaction.

I slid my glove back on, as I hated the way I looked having one normal hand and one robotic hand and threw my hoodie on.