You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 87- He is Dead... Fuck, Thats the Wrong One

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Sitting with Shannon and Claire chatting internally as I spoon food in my mouth. Beth, Maggie, and Daryl sit next to me with their own Conversation spinning between them.

It's hard to pay attention to both when one seems to be so far away even though I'm sitting with them physically and ones internal yet so close.

As my spoon clings at the bottom of the bowl I sigh and zone in. Maggie and Beth tensely talking about today.

I tilt my head, asking lightly "What's going on?"

Beth sends a stare my way that yell, 'you mean you have no idea'.

I shrug and she leans in close like she's gossiping " We are going to trick the governor. Me, daddy, and Carl are going to take Judith with us out in the woods."

This gains the attention of the others as they tuned in with me.

Claire whimpers about being afraid and Shannon buzzes about the pros the cons. That we need to fight.

I rub my temples and Daryl mindlessly soothes me by placing a hand on my knee, I bump my shoulder with his and inquire softly "Do I need to fight?"

Shanny thunders about justice animatedly.

He faces me, just staring at me before roughly explaining to me, "Yeh ain't gotta do anything yeh don't wanna do."

Shannon bangs around about being weak but I ignore her, gently flexing my back and feeling the sharp pain of pulling healing wounds.

I glance at the three waiting for my answer as I smile to myself, "I think I need to concentrate on healing physically and mentally. I'll go with Beth."

Daryl carefully covers his arm around my shoulder and places a kiss in my hair. I close my eyes, relishing in the positive reinforcement as Shannon swears, 'How can you trust them after all they did?'

As I watch the expressions of the three most valuable people around me that I have, I lightly reprimand the young lady.

We need to stop dwelling in the past. We focused too hard on how things used to be, who we used to have.

It's about the people now and here, and these people are just as broken as me. And even if not all of them trust me yet again, we have Daryl, the stability.

Claire tinkles in, 'Beth, the patron!'

My heart swells as I wait for Shannon to nip back, but surprisingly she doesn't, but mumbles, 'Fine, Maggie is reasonable at political debates.'

I smile and rest my head on Daryl's shoulder, but the sound of metal heels clicking on the floor makes me tense.

My stomach starts shuddering with anticipation because for God knows, this could be disastrous or be something good.

Rick and his son stands on the walkway overhead, looking down on us.

But the only real question is-

'Is it only literally or is it also metaphorical'

Good articulating Shannon.