You don't control me, Dixon

➌ 90- Crowds Allow Me to Show That I Dont Give a Fuck

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Stepping into the dank space of the prison, I sigh. It is weird. I'm not having panic attacks from being in here anymore.

Then, surprisingly, that strange voice is back. The only one with a look. The blonde, ' The reason as to why you hate it is gone now, honey.'

Does she have an accent? That's weird. Might be British or something.

Well, alright but that doesn't really clear it up much but I suppose that helps a small bit.

I glance up at the hoards of people wandering around and that makes my heart clench.

Honestly, this amount of people doesn't bother me if I'm able to have my own space but right now, right here. I can't.

Alright then posh lady, how do I deal with this if you are all-knowing.

She stays silent.

Daryl notices me from his seat at a table and waves me over.

I take one step and Archer cuts me off speaking quickly, "I found us two different cells-"

Holding a hand up, I nod over to Daryl as I start to shiver, "Uh, I'm sure he has a cell for me, but if you don't mind accompanying me, I'd be thankful."

Blushing as he looks away and holds an arm out. I merely pat his arm and start walking.

I know that Shannon is almost always close even if she's not talking and that she likes him, I suppose I should at least be friends with him to appease Shanny.

Plus we need to make the cure together so it would be easier if he trusted me. Urgh, That feels cheap and dirty way of thinking of it.

Quickly, we make our way over with him acting as a shield from those fucking people before I plop next to Daryl, Archer quickly taking the seat across from me.

Daryl bumps his arm against mine as he points up to a cell, not next to any other cell but of next to the bird's nest.

I'd be able to see who comes or goes, he glances down at me, asking lightly, "Is that ok? I'd want to be sure you're ok."

Leaning my head against his arm,I nod tiredly. Not particularly in the mood for talking. But I do need to see Hershel so he can help with my back.

But honestly should I even be shy about the scars now? The people that came to the walker fight saw me fight. Kill. Bleed.

From the people that recognize me, their bodies show the fact that they are shuttered away from me. Why not embrace that and really make sure that no one is going to fuck with us.

However, speaking of us. Is anyone close?

They are abnormally silent today. That worried girl is the first to expose herself to me. My skin and body feeling different than what I normally feel my body is like. Like I'm not fitting right in my skin.

Shannon is silent.  Asking if I could see like she sees something different than the darkness. But then does she think I know what she looks like?