Don't Close Your Eyes [TWD]

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I was supposed to be sleeping. With Glenn's arm as my pillow, my head rested semi comfortably in the crook of his elbow. If not for the bulky riot gear I probably would've been more able to sleep. I looked forward at his bruised hand. He still had blood painted messily on it and my mind flashed back to his unconscious state at the prison. His breathing was even as he laid on his back behind me, signalling he was asleep. I reached out carefully and grabbed his hand. 

My mind raced with assumptions and worries about the others, as I'm sure his did too before his own thoughts tired him out. My mind created dream scenarios and I somehow fell asleep with a smile on my face at the thought.

It wasn't until the next morning when a sign of a map was in our path. The words "Rhees go to Terminus, Maggie, Bob, Sasha" painted on it did I begin to realize my dreams are closer to reality than they were as dreams.

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My annoyance with the three newcomers continued to grow as Abraham called for us to stop.

"It's barely noon," Glenn says, a reason for us to continue looking for the others.

"I don't give a monkey's left nut," Abraham spews more bullshit, in my opinion.

"None of us has slept more than a couple hours ever since we went all Casey Jones. This place looks safe. We need to rest. I get it. You have to find them. Well, Rosita and me, we got a mission, too. It's keeping that man alive, getting him to Washington, and saving the whole damn world. So we're going in that tower and we're going now," Abraham commands.

A major part of me immediately begins to miss Rick's leadership. Although a small part of me knew, but wouldn't admit, Rick would probably make this exact same call. Keep the entire group safe rather than risk anything.

Words are cut short at the evident sounds of a walker snarling.

"Oh, crap," Eugene mutters, looking straight up. 

A walker is making it's way to the edge, about to free fall off the tower.

"Hey, watch out!" Glenn yells, more so to Tara.

"Move! Move!" Abraham yells before jumping in front of Eugene, indirectly shoving Tara to the ground.

The walker falls and explodes at the impact of the ground. I immediately rush to Tara's side, alongside Rosita as Glenn pulls his gun up in guard.

"Are you okay?" I ask Tara, kneeling beside her.

"I'm fine," she strains, holding her knee.

"We got to stay here," Rosita voices, "Who's gonna help me carry her up?"

Tara wraps her arm around my shoulder and I help her stand. Glenn meets us as places his hand on Tara's free arm.

"You okay?" He asks.

"Yeah," she sighs.

"You wanna stop or you wanna keep going?" Glenn asks.

"No, keep going. I'm good," she nods.

"You sure?" I ask, wrapping my own arm around her waist to secure her standing position, the riot gear causing it to be uncomfortable and I cringe at the feeling.

"Yeah. Yeah," she says with a forced smile that resembles more of a grimace.

"Look, if she can keep going, we can all keep going," Glenn says to the others, "Or you guys can stay here. You don't need us, we don't need you."

I internally cheer at just the thought of dropping the other three as I help Tara take a few steps. However, now with Rick's words and advice in my head, I know we need them.