Always In My Heart (The Walking Dead)

Chapter 16

Gonna update, finally! I'm so so sorry for not updating in so long but i've been really busy with school work and acting stuff, so yah. I'm worried that this story has too much detail but I stuggle to connect my main ideas with out it so sorry about that:/

btw i have a new instagram fan account for twd called reedus.riggs so please follow me, i'd be so happy:-)

sorry again for not updating :'(

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The infection had come over my father quicker than i'd ever seen it happen before, and already he was sweating and writhing in pain. There was so much I wanted to talk to him about; so much I wanted to ask - yet so little time.

'Why the Governor dad? He's bad. Why did you go to him?'

'He..took me..in. He gave me..food, shelter..he was good..before they..killed his daughter..'

His words came out in short breaths of air. Each time he spoke it obviously caused him pain, and he seemed withdrawn and tired.

'How long? How long have you been there, been alone? Did you ever look for us? Mom, Megan and Amelia they didn't--'

'Every..day. Every day I..looked for you..been alone since..the start, pretty much..I've been at Woodbury..for 6..months and I'm..sorry about your-everyone, if you had to witness it,'

'It's ok dad. They're somewhere better, and they're together.'

Time was running out and his breaths were more shallow.

'Listen daddy, I'm with a group, have been for over a year. We care for each other. I found them after-- near the beginning. I couldn't find you-I'm sorry. But you, mom, Megan, Amelia - you'll all be together now. Don't you worry about me, I'm gonna be just fine. I'm sorry we weren't close, Dad. I love you,'

'I..love you..too..Ele--'

His hold on my shirt sleeve suddenly went loose and I knew what I had to do. After I'd finished, I calmly walked back to the car and took my seat, not saying a word.

'Don't you wanna take him back to the prison to bury him?' Beth said, a sorry look washing over her face. I knew I shouldn't just leave him there at the side of the road, but I couldn't go through another makeshift funeral for a loved one - I just couldn't.

'Daryl, can we drive please?' I asked, the car sparking into action.

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The other car was waiting for us at the entrance to the prison. Rick was the first one to come to us, Carl following closely behind.

'Where the hell have you been? It's almost light,' Rick questioned.

'We're fine thanks,' I snapped back, slamming the car door shut and walking up to the cellblocks. I was being rude but I didn't care; I was upset, angry, frustrated - that I'd found my father then lost him right after - which is exactly what I heard Beth say as I headed away. Carl was calling my name and I could feel everyone's eyes burning holes into my back, but I just needed to be alone right now. I needed to think. I needed to get away.