Lost Too Much 【REDONE】 ║ Daryl/OC or Shane/OC

Chapter 56: There's no knowing what's right and wrong anymore.

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 (DAY 649) It's been a good few days since my last entry. Last I wrote, we were at the church, and I stopped because Shane sat down next to me. That ended up in a fight, obviously, and I dramatically ran out of the church to get away from him. Guess who regrets that decision? Yeah, I got shot and grabbed by these people running a place at Grady Memorial Hospital. I woke up the next morning all healed up, met a woman named Alana Connely that was actually in my class in high school, and I reunited with Beth. The next morning, I got to see a sonogram of my baby and got a picture of it, also learning the gender. I'm having a boy.

After that, I found out from Beth that the group was coming to rescue me, her, and Carol, who had just gotten into the same predicament as us. We made a trade, but after some difficulties, Beth stabbed the woman in charge, Dawn, and Dawn shot Beth. Beth was dead immediately, and we were all horrified. It hurt to see Daryl's reaction more than anything else. Well, losing Beth hurt more, obviously. We left, and we took a guy named Noah with us. He's nearly twenty and he was from the hospital, but just recently made it out. He and Beth had come up with a plan to escape and go back to Noah's old group. It's a place with strong walls and plenty of space and people, so we're heading that way. That's all that's really new, at least eventfully.

As for me, and what's gone on with Shane and Daryl and all, I decided to stop being petty and treating Shane like shit because of him leaving. I don't care anymore. I just want things to go back to how they were before. Well, not completely. Things are different now, what with me and Daryl being together and having a kid and all. Still, I'd like to go back to being best friends with him the way we were, hanging out all the time and joking around. I want things to go back to normal.

I'm going to cut this short. I'm tired.

Signing out,
Cory Jenner
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At what I could only guess was noon, Daryl and I were sat at the dining table, eating leftover spaghetti from a few nights ago. Neither of us felt like cooking this morning and Merle wasn't even here, so we decided on just heating up leftovers for lunch. I was already nearly finished with my food and yet, neither of us had spoken through the entire meal. All we had said to each other since waking up was 'good morning'. I didn't want to think about it, but I had to. I was worried as hell.

Just before going to bed last night, Daryl and I had gotten into our first serious fight since the day he kissed me. We had fought that day because I created a crazy scheme to sacrifice myself to Woodbury as a distraction for the others to rescue Glenn and Maggie. Of course, he hated that idea. Even then, that fight wasn't much of a fight. It was more like a disagreement, but it had mostly been Daryl and I yelling things about how much we cared about each other. Last night was nothing like that.

Daryl had come home from his trip with Denise and Rosita and reported to me that Denise had been killed by the same Savior that stole his bike and crossbow back a month or so ago. Somehow, with all of that happening, he had managed to turn it around on me and make an accusation about me not being emotionally stable. It had almost seemed like he accused me of being bipolar, even. He had said straight to my face that he didn't even know who he was talking to half of the time, referring to how I easily went from an angry mess to a diplomat in the blink of an eye. I didn't want to admit it, but he wasn't wrong. After thinking about it, what he had described was truthful. However, he had taken the fight from my mental health to my relationship with Shane in the blink of an eye and that was the issue. I could take him calling me crazy or telling me I had changed, but I wasn't going to stand for him accusing me of cheating when I had been nothing but completely loyal since the day we got together.